Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Mortal Combat

It's the thought the God is flawless that allowed us to be swallowed. In the belly of the beast our open wounds are bloody treats. Ten paths lead to defeat only one to salvation and it's guarded by a god from all denominations. As I approach the path to hell at least I've still got a soul to sell, so grab the queen and grab the king, I want more blood than gasoline so I can build my oil dynasty.
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