Comet
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Your money or your life.
Comet . . .
THE STORM
( The Unspeakable Harm )
I beg all bumbling bees, turn against their keepers and sting.
All the honey that's running is blood due.
The shadow of a cat that was swallowed by the storm, now doomed to serve it's desctructive ends.
Desc.
your money or your life
The Paper Chase
Outside the fear I can't fathom,
we're inside another atom!
we're inside another atom!