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FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES >> Merchandise Links
FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES
Leaving the throne behind our princess is found anew Strung up in a bedpost webring. In this romance of spiders We love like spiders You won't feel a thing She had a run in with the doctor of fishes Now she smiles like a princess legs behind her head A doctor stands accused of painting the roses red Off with his head. Off with his head Doctors. Cameras. Loved ones. Unhand her Behold the site of our villain in peril This doctors hand in her. She is fucked by a million viewers So smile big for the cameras. We're sending this one home These eight legs have dug their way in. has it made you whole?
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