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To trade my country for a flag God made death so beautiful
in our tender blood Agony accent zero boundary The Artist always lives in isolation from society. beauty in death, of yourflesh andblood it makesus hungry
the raging fire howls - keep to sinand stareout thebeast's eyes
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but the scene was too gruesome. Blood strewn across the floorboards, soaking into the carpet. The victim's back was split apart, hands and feet severed off at the joints. Every inch of skin had been ripped at and peeled away. The red silhouette of a thin human. She died without an ounce of mercy.
