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[Sep. 12th, 2011|02:37 am] |
guilt is a snake we beat with a rake to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake feed it to us to squirm in our bellies twisting our guts make our spines to jelly
drove the children from their chores handcuffes housewives into whores fear of the beast is calling it near creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here |
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