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Dedicated to dime bag darrel
written by Genocide Reaper02:51 PM 12/9/04| I had listened to it for years. and I'm listening to it now! its power in my ears, its a force to be reckoned with for years! It takes a real man to dish out this riffage! it sends me on a spiritual rampage! Dome bag's riffs where the shit! it was like a bullet tearing flesh! Its a powerful punch, a beautiful empowering hit! My soul swims in the notes of the power. My mind is intwined with the meaning of the music, and I cannot deny, that it is HOLY! Riffs so deep and powerful. A mind so deep and sinical! I'm not sure, but I would say! His guitar magesty is the way! You will be missed! My mentor of sorts! you have inspired me more! I shall continue to write, and dish out some power chords for you! So loud that you may head bang in HEAVEN! The haven of the guitar Gods! |
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DON'T FUCK WITH THIS!"
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Mars_Phoenix (12-9-2004 - 06:49 PM)
| fucking salute that man, i just got home and my dad told me. Fucking hell the world is losing one of the greatest guitar gods who ever lived. |
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