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Cave In The End Of Our Rope Is A Noose

with poignant stabs. All the things i wrote as a kid, i cant beleive what it did to you. Low and behold the end of our rope is a noose. I chased him

of his prey. Fevered company With an array of wretched-looking Sister faces, Breathing the air of scare and tyranny. Low and behold, the end of our rope is a noose