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Doom 12:
Tarnished is my soul for there is no hope for a better tommorow. We shall never advance, we shall stay here. Here were we have stayed for years like a rotting cropse in his glitter filled crimson coffin. We are forever doomed to watch the ruination of man and for man to ruin its self. Indefinetley, suicide sold on the shelf of a hut made out of the limbs of a bleeding tree. Doomed to see the bright festering lights of an exploding tin-can that leaks death like the seapige of a mothers breast. Doomed to see the so valued youth killing them selfs off while there mother crys over a past lover. Little does she know she is burning dinner on the stove. Absent is her child. Abesnt is our sanity. Absent is our lives. For when the man with the satalite controls finds we are plotting to foil his plan...he shall kill us all. All of the doom shal be locked away in a secret black bag. Locked away until the next un lucky bastard of a youth opens it. Where is your child.?
-Dustin Lilley
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