Strict regards to all the walking dead soon you will be struck down. Your miserable appeal destroys the masses - wearing pretty faces filled with empty thoughts. I point my finger place the blame, I kill them off and cross them out.
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Strict regards to all the walking dead soon you will be struck down. Your miserable appeal destroys the masses - wearing pretty faces filled with empty thoughts. I point my finger place the blame, I kill them off and cross them out.