Posted by mc. FANTOME on February 18, 2009, 8:14 pm
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Dear Cousin;
You take what is not yours – to fest at sunrise and sunset and leaving bones for your bed. Soon enough you’ll prey on pups, but still you have to wait. 57 days have past since you marked your triumph for the cause in which you now sit – still waiting. Now it is my turn; to lure you with the soft voice of the serpent.
Your obedient servants,
Opera Ghost & Eddie Dean
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