here i come, so look out all you petty larsonists stealing the souls from the young countries, i will be descending upon you, like a rightous plague, straight out of a sci-fi bible, looking for the heart, the throat, with arrows of justice. if you see me, standing in a dark corner, on a misty night, you oh you, oh corporate army of demons, i will smile as i approach i will giggle as i encroach, and who can say what will happen next? a cold rain will wash the streets clean of sin.Birth sign: Cancer
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