Musashi's Quaiku: The Railgun, Ll4m45, Sweet Lava Glowing deadly blue Dancing through the rain of gibs I hate you, Quad Whore Hands grip cold metal Gaping mouth spews searing heat Rocket on its way Bouncing pineapple Why must thou follow me so? I am not your friend Where are you, my foe? Here? Or maybe …
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