Genocide
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Fathoms Across Sea I See

Foreign across a sea a ship sinks,a land beyond the breach has a beach.Far off the flat earth we seekthat we can mutate ourselves into a leach. Burn the trees cut them down,tear the earth hunt all but bear.Natives will die due to your ill bowels,but you never ever cared were you there? Seek a… Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.