Grey skies, and shallow pnds of dispair. Lost soals, and the cries of broken homes. Cast-off sins, and trembling leaves. Thoundering quakes, and the smell of rotting flesh. Old broken and decayed bones lie inside, Open graves ready to swallow you whole. Try to run, but you can't escape. It's to...
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