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Lon Bruso
Blood is dark by pale moonlight and pours without control like sacrificial rain of night draining from a soul air is heavy, foul with death, aching for a breeze silence hangs like dragon breath corrupted by disease razor steel has done its deed another whore lies dead chuckle as you watch her bleed your ego must be fed foggy dawn will soon arrive the carcass will be found something that was once alive strewn upon the ground you didn't even know her name in truth, it matters not only that you cleansed her shame with righteous anger hot London sleeps, you slip away, never looking back free to kill another day God bless you, brother Jack!

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