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A GAME OF BLOOD
(TRAINED FOR NERVE SAKE)
Pull your shirt,
Let's start the sake
Let's start the sake
The shake of wires
To die right here
A cupul solid
indian play
To die by knife
Or matchet
Same
Die not for bombs
Prefer thy head
It's sealed this way:
a game of blood.
Pull your shirt,
Let's start the sake
Let's start the sake
The shake of wires
To die right here
A cupul solid
indian play
To die by knife
Or matchet
Same
Die not for bombs
Prefer thy head
It's sealed this way:
a game of blood.
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A GAME OF BLOOD
A GAME OF BLOOD