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[Crowd chanting, low at first:] “FEED… FEED… FEED…” ) Brothers… sisters… sinners… NPCs… Hatin ass souls, snakes, gather close. I see your fear. I can smell it. your pathetic souls drowning in shadows.This ain’t no Sunday choir. This is A-POC’s river of blood… and every track’s got Teeth

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[Crowd chanting, low at first:] “FEED… FEED… FEED…” ) Brothers… sisters… sinners… NPCs… Hatin ass souls, snakes, gath...

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