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Killeen, Texas, United States 
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There is always time to turn back from your evil, degenerate ways. Do not risk your Perianal area for sexual satisfaction.
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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Mago Musculoso: This is it
Mago Musculoso: these are the end times