Sobre el frio y crudo pavimento camino descalzo, con la sangre sobre mi espalda, te llevo hacia el cementerio a morir felices en el matrimonio de nuestra muerte.
I am a deaf con of angora goats
Warning you all who pass this mote
It's only a matter of folding time and space
Before I become your epidemic
Is this your first time at my conventicle?
You better not talk if you came here for semantics
It's only a matter of folding time and space
Before I become your epidemic.
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