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Slowly enter the main subconscious.
Spineless vision frantically caved in.
Out of all control the voiceless scream.
Out of all the control- The Gallow Tree

We’re getting close to the heights of seeing some commotion resting in our arms- well enchenté.
The convict and the crust are weak- and those contained to my idle bones.

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from The Gallows Tree, released June 13, 2012

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