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The Taste of Blood
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Signature Tattered Rags
I hate to break it to you. But your crisis has come to an end. Whether you like it or not. I m saving every bullet for your fucking face Here we go again. And these things always seem to happen. I hope you remember me as I remember you as dead. Fuck the hatchet. Bury the body. Fuck the hatchet. Bury you.
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