FEMURS ARE BROKEN THE SCREAMS GO UNSPOKEN I’VE EVEN FORGOTTEN MY NAAAMEEE I DON’T KNOW THE SEASON OR WHAT IS THE REASON I’M LAYING HERE IN AN ORANGE FIIIIIT A DESOLATE PLACE (PLACE) WITHOUT ANY GUARDS (GUARDS) IT IS ONLY THE PAIN THAT I FEEEEEEL IT’S ME THAT I SPITE AS I LAY THERE AND SCREAM THE ONLY THING I’VE KNOWN FOR REAL THERE WILL BE TOR (TOR) MENT (MENT) THE OLD MAN LARRY NODS HIS HEAD THE ONLY ONE (ONE) LEFT (LEFT) WILL RIDE UP ON THE CHAOS’S JEEP BECAUSE THE FOUNDATION DON’T GIVE BACK WHAT IT TAKES
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