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7.62 the way that i want you all to die
The fast way to a violent death,
baptize in fire bless upon the unborn

Recoil of my soul,
extracting the catridges from emotional wounds
It purifies the spirit of war,
no escape from dying closed casket funeral

Welcome to the hands of our mother,
the mother of them all compasion and murder
That thin line betwen life and death
it holds in this barrels to may whom it concern

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