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2013-05-07 | 8:35 p.m.
Morbid noose Of fetid cords Moved forth Across the floor. Silent kicks Or bloody pours Baits the breathless hoard. A beastly roar, The Lord adored, Decrees The gift of gore... I'll sorely settle Sordid score- And fall upon my sword.
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