I Am an Alien On a Ghost-Filled Earth that dangles in anguish from the bitter storms that dance inside its claustrophobic marrow winding through dimensions unleashing the anti-Christ crushing desire over the bipartisan powers that wail like the fetus inside its mothers carcass filling the rock giant with the rotting smell of death: As each second ticks by increasing labor pains palpitate inside the hollow core and the creator majestically blinks upon...
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