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The executioners comb...Skela, a land divided.
"A giant, flint black tower of a man stoops through the doorway into Jordain’s bed chamber. He rises up and nearly brushes the comb of hair he wears atop his head against the ceiling. He must be seven feet tall but that isn’t enough for him. His dreaded comb rests atop his bald head adding another foot or so...
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May my rotten rib cage become the xylophone for your dissonant music. If we're very lucky only the coyotes and raccoons will be left to spread our sick message.
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Eye shadow just as black as my soul, she told me she needed me to be mean, but only between the sheets. Together we shamed the devil.
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