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Trap Them Seance Prime

Panic, what the fuck did they to do you? with false alarms, with bulletins, and death cards calling out the murder suits? someone, anyone... give the

Get them propped and boxed, and fixed on forced remarks... on haggard glimpse, on a primal blitz, and meet me at the hole where the bodies are dumped

Where they cast the cults was where we dripped our walking sticks and we bit the suits of armor draped on every boneless body bound stripped and singed