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    "text": "129\nFebruary 2001\nBreak me down! Why I am a lie built on lies of generations in\nhell. Every one has a vision, what was yours. When I finally\npass, pain as my hart is ripped from my flesh, as sacrifice to\nthe new world demi god. The irony am I now blessed in holy\nblood to be cleansed of the demon that is me! The Christ,\nthrew the new invocation of Lucifer, maybe that is why I\nmade that deal. Sacrifice my soul for nothing at all, except\nyour death and most of the vile creatures that resemble you. I\nhave fallen… For Nothing except the opportunity to die, and\nstill live forever. Fear not Christian beast this has all been\nplanned and you will do your part! Kna Portun wesna, we will\nsee a new dawn.\n130\nJanuary 2001\nTo see the towers of the false gods reaching for the heavens,\nthe hart beat of the city pulsing with ever changing light. To\nchallenge a god? To rule from the heavens, far above cluttered\nstreets, to know nothing of the lives effected. Walking there\nseeking the sanctuary of the hell beneath the city, where the\nlife blood flows on rails. Every stop is an exit, every stop is a\nway out. Where no man is safe, or special, and the blood never\nwashes off the stairs, in this place we are all equal but never,\nnever the same.\n",
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