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 Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:22 pm
hearts ripped out I offer mine.
The third of Nine has learned to fly.
Mouthless mask is hung up high,
no need to speak.. our Pig has Died...
silent screams silent dreams
Cry of the maggot
Cry of the madness R.I.P. PAUL GRAY
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:30 am
I LOVE~ this! It almost brought me to tears!
Maggots we are, in numbers we stand,
Zero through eight, our leaders at hand.
Come join our flanks, the soul of the band.
The Essence is gone, but still we move on.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 2:23 am
wow really good ill give one out
The pig is gone the pig is gone
but his essence still lives on
we will all be gone
but one day we will all be back
for all we need is one person wich we lack
now it will be our turn in the end
but more of us will be replaced at the old slipknot inn
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:52 pm
Wow I Love This Poem heart
R.I.P. Paul Gray
Stay (Sic) Maggots
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