Road Runners
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- Parts 30
Ongoing1h 21m
Last published Sat, Jun 22, 2013
You had to kill, they had to die,
you slit their throats, yet wondered why.
The gifted saint, that you once knew,
is lying dead, infront of you.
And as you watch, wounded retreat,
listen to his slow heart beat.
The valient soldier, you just slayed,
the worst mistake, you ever made.
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