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My sacraments my inner dialogue with Baphomet

My addendums identifying fraud cadavers, pricks

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Your instant rise and fall to laugh at it

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You cavil, pissed, this fist of Iron Claw will tap the kid

Accidents's why your Highness lost his hat in this