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A Wasteland

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WildRedRose14

Published: Apr 16, 2012

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Where Angels & Demons, fear to tred-
Inside mortals, troubled heads.

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Jul 2, 2012

A darkness looms,
Death laughs in delight,

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i have NO idea where that came from, stupid head. XD

The place seems creepy. D:

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