|MIGHT BE ON HOLD| Candles and Sugar Skulls
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Dec 29, 2017
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot them down
Bullets, Bullets fall on the ground
Dead, Dead, Are they dead?
No, No, No one tell
How, How, How they fell
Load, Load, Load your guns
Kill, Kill, but spare your friends
Or Else, Or Else, you'll end up dead
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