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Inde Deus Abest

There is a darkness about this place

that is beyond despair,

it seeps into the soul,

corrupts the spirit.

 

The walls stained dark

with the blood of countless victims,

upturned chairs, shackles,

electric leads.

 

This Place,

This Place,

Where God does not exist,

Inde Deus Abest.

◄ It happened one night

The Meat Market ►

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