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Sharkansas
02:32
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I feel the swarm is getting denser and denser! Louder, heavier, warmer they're sweeping crashing in waves. I feel the passion of a thousand tiny missiles. As hard as I can shut my eyes, this dream never ceases to sting. Once hands that built and guided now bind. They channel vigors of youth, we were all blissfully laughing! Ahh hahaha! AH HAHAHAHAHA!
The young, the callow shall develop and grow against the grain. It's now your duty so it's your destiny to learn and teach, to love and leech so come all my wide-eyed children!
...the bottom feeders. Feeders we are...
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Bassacre
03:06
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Caribou lands. Blanket of snow. Waking up to an empty home. After 10 long years I find another mans coat. There's no stopping this swelling in my throat. Why should I stop this? I'll fucking eat her throat! I was born in Alaska, now the wolf is loose. I found my self.
Caribou lands. Blood on the snow. Ritual hunt. Head on a pole. Pour it all I had into this so called life. Forsaken now as I crave one more. This is how it starts! DIE. YOU. BITCH.
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Bizzardvark
04:49
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Just one look in those eyes. The same blue eyes as mine. Now go to sleep my child, time to leave this world behind. My accountable foe, you sure got the best of me. So you're gonna rob the flesh from the blood, the light that shines from the city to sea. I've marked you for death. It's time to take your last breath. I leap on my palehorse. Ride away into the sunset. My accountable foe, you sure got the best of me. Now you're gonna rob the flesh from the blood. Well that's goddamn blasphemy!
Knight takes rook today. Steady your aim...checkmate.
I got my rifle loaded steadily I take my aim. War planes are flying over I can hear a fucking thing.
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Interhorse
02:17
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Paul's dried, cracked lips kissed the gold of his wedding band. Peering through the shutters, his blood-stained fingers gripped the trigger of the rifle that saved his Pa on Normandy sands.
6 shells
6 rounds
6 seconds til he assumes his life defying niche...
He cried: Die, you son of a bitch!
Is this mankind's penance? Mid melee he'll glance down at his band, he grins. Swig from his flask a filthy mouthful of gin. "Now where is this son begotten? There's only undead, only rotten. Be widowed, yet still I find a thrill. So I put my back to the water and take my Kentucky pill."
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