![]() In death we will ascend, and only in death will we interview incontrovertible rest, our darkened eyes will never open, and although our bodies, stored six feet deep in their decomposing displays, this is the end, this is our final ascent, great Architect of time, were are born into hate My Childern My Bride "Terra Firma" |
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