seth kennedy - blank

Gothic churches. Weathered graveyards.. Apocliptic forecasts are plastered on tha face of the media... ..... Lost disciples proudly wear robes staind with revenge like A montage of cantagious crusaders satnd alone.. The dead lay flacid without thought...... With tha immaculte conception of addiction comes a divine fury cold and sudden.... Our unborn children scream! out from their tombs.. take up arms an unify under tha wings of the rightious! , , We must sacrifice these rechied and purify our land with their blood...... (by) JEK

seth kennedy

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