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I’ve always wondered why the Devil has all the best tunes. I mean, if that was his goal, he should just get rid of any music that doesn’t suit him and go with his own. Of course, if he did that, who would want to listen to anything he plays? The Devil should know that not everyone is ready for the music of hell. Music is for everyone. Metalville should be able to accommodate everyone’s taste without compromising what they need.
Source: Metallic Dreams
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