In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
in the arms of death, so easily.










“and i am always on the run, looking for a new hunt or to be hunted down.”
fatima aamer bilal, from in the arms of death, so easily.
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fatima aamer bilal, from i am the menace in my head.
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[text id: the design of this universe is so damned / i got to hold your limp body before i got to hold your hand.]
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“the design of this universe is so damned, i got to hold your limp body before i got to hold your hand.”
fatima aamer bilal, from weeping flesh above the ground.