in lubeck. on the street. the street. the covered street. late. the part. the old part. of. town. late. and stone. and stone. and everywhere stone.
you sang. songs. your songs. other songs. your songs and other songs. you sang. songs. sing sang sung songs. you sang. songs.
and I. and I. and I. well, I. well, I. well, I.
wanted to kill for your voice. to kill. for your voice. to kill and kill and kill. for your voice. to kill.
and, oh, there would be blood. so much blood. and blood. and blood. and blood. so much blood. for your voice. your voice. your beautiful voice.
so imagine. me. part. a part. one part. of. a horde. one part. of a horde. seaming, streaming, teeming. waiting. horde. seaming, streaming, teeming. waiting. horde. to destroy. to kill. destroy. kill. destroy. anything. everything. anything. innocents and all.
for your voice.
your voice.
your beautiful voice.
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January 4th, 2010 → 12:48 pm
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