When bullets can sing the lullaby of death and stranglers get to dispatch the devil to heaven. When all seems conquered yet the simplest of knives take you apart. It’s poetic justice. #fargoseason4
All bad men die a gory death, the good survives beyond- The Fargo Justice. The meek get to sing hallelujah to lucifers wards.
Fargo, more predictable yet delectable #fargoseason4
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