[serial dreamers] Est. 2013 The Anti-Blog
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Like a frost-covered field…
Saviour of the Broken, the Beaten and the Damned
Made of gold
Come play my game
Black and Yellow
And the legend yet grows…
Flood the Night
Working Class Hero
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt.
Whispers in the air tell the tales…
You kept rolling snake eyes, one too many times…
And I’ma keep on grinding
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