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[bodytext] => I LIVE INSIDE THIS WHISKEY BOTTLE I DRINK YOU IN JUST LIKE THE DEVIL YOU COME TO PLAY THE PLAYGROUNDS YOURS DEATH IS AN OPTION IN THIS ETERNAL HELL COME FIND ME I'M THE REAPER COME SEAL YOUR FAIT I'LL EAT YOUR SOUL YOU'LL FEEL NO MORE PAIN BECAUSE THIS IS MY PLAY GROUND ,MY DOMAIN COME TO ME MY KIDS OF THE DAMED COME PLAY WITH ME IN MY LAND THE LAND OF THE FREE NO RULES OR EXCEPTIONS FIELDS OF THE DEAD POOLS OF BLOOD DRINK IT IN FEED OFF THE FLESH [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 43 [informant] => MILLER_GENUINE_SWINE [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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