Burn it straight to the ground, to hell with this whole town transplanted youth now living in shit, gotten so bad that i just can't take it. tradition, a bastard among the rest. bullshit, a true state of disgrace. staring down the eye of the storm, i know this will never be my home. i hate this place, is rotting inside. what do you expect, raised with no pride
Writer(s): Magnus Fiennes, Guy Pratt
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