Terror reigns, drenching. Quenching the thirst of the power don: that five-sided fist-a-gon. That rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger; the triggers cold empty your purse.
Terror reigns, drenching. Quenching the thirst of the power don: that five-sided fist-a-gon. That rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger; the triggers cold empty your purse.
