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'ADV_ORGANIZER 1.0 | formato, categoria, base, altezza, unico, disposizione, voto, dove, numero,tipo,refresh,output
response.write(organize_adv(0,categoria,300,250,,,8,,1,0,1,))
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'ADV_ORGANIZER 1.0 | formato, categoria, base, altezza, unico, disposizione, voto, dove, numero,tipo,refresh,output
response.write(organize_adv(0,categoria,300,250,,,8,,1,0,1,))
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'ADV_ORGANIZER 2.1 | formato, categoria, base, altezza, unico, disposizione, voto, dove, numero, tipo, refresh, output, IdUtente, TipoAdsense, skin
Response.Write(organize_adv(0, categoria, 120, 600, , , 9, , 1, 0, 0, , , 1, 2 ))
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Da Den Kristne Satte Livet Til[When The Christian Lost His Life]
My soul did glow And my mind did yearn To get hold of a Christian fuck In the cold darkness I waited with the wind It howled as if possessed by the devil
I waited Ahh, I waited! Time seemed eternal But finally I got sight of a poor one I raised my clenched fist And screamed
Weak Christian! Die tonight! I shall tear your soul apart! You will feel the poor I was granted from darkness! Your time has come! So has your faith's time...
...so has your faith Pray for mercy you pitiful fuck And my laughter shall once again resound Loud in the cold of the night Where frost will freeze your last... Tear...
Weak Christian! You died tonight! With a might blow I cracked your skull A bloody slaughter From which voices will forever resound in the Kingdom of darkness |