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/////Black womb, crypt of doom, sick and twisted things come from you, Oh womb of blackened boiling blood, why do you condemn our race, leaving nothing left but for us to kneel in disgrace. Pray toward the black night sky for the stars illuminate our lives, and we sit and wonder why you’ve sprung your seed on us. Oh parasitic entity, why do you take this from me, whatever’s left, there ain’t nothing left just to believe. Where do you run when you have no place to hide, where do you turn when you need to
