Grinding Stalingrad without Premium

Don’t say another goddamn word. Up until now, I’ve been polite. If you say anything else–word one–I will **** myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins you will hear the sound of children screaming–as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

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Did you get fucked by kv-1?

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Inside you there are two wolves

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I think someone touched his “No No square”

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Gay.

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Sounds like you been to Stalingrad yourself

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Well, F

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Very poetic.

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