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Portrait Of A Terrorist His thoughts are twisted like the tortured metal of a train wreck. His brain atrophied by the cold hard facts of his hopeless existence. Pity him, for his heart is molded from bitter cold black stone. To him the Light and the Way are concealed for he has bartered his soul. |
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