sábado, 29 de enero de 2011

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It was bathing in the blood as by the way.
 It turned into a witness of the suffering.
 Skinned alive, it managed to take even his soul.
 To close the eyes.
 For the legend of the glooms moonlight grows.
 His only son plays torture.
 Sworn promise and the rural slaves assemble.
 To close the eyes.

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