Chaos Crawls Back

Circle Of Dead Children

Compositor: Circle of Dead Children

Become but a lost forgotten skull in the high weeds of civilization where the smugness vanishes rapidly into shrieks of panic and end of the road desperation.
You would do just about anything now.
The invincible inbred whore.
Tear the Earth into shreds.

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