| A creppy story bassed off some lyrics form the first metal band. |


The Black SabbathRain poured down from the sky. Distant thunder made the night uneasy. A far off bell could be heard ringing. One Two Sunday at rolled in. The day of the Sabbath. The man lay in his bed, dreaming of a fair young lady in a silky white dress. It was the two of them in a meadow of tall flowers the likes of which the man never knew. The woman in the white dress gave a one fingered wave to the man. He ran towards her, with the prefect plan with no idea what his plan was. His mind was at ease. This world made perfect sense to him, but hurt his head more than anything. The woman in the white dress frolicked away from the man down a hill.The Black Sabbath

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"You gotta be genuine; that's the name of this game. If you're real, you got nothin' to worry about. But if you're synthetic, startin' tomorrow, your balls come off."
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Moments lost though time remains, I am so proud of what we were.
No pain remains, no feeling, eternity awaits.
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Danni says:
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I'll travel the sub-zero tundra
I'll break glaciers and frozen lakes
And that's just the tip of the iceberg
I'll do whatever it takes to change
Pickles thinks you're awesome.
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