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You made me spit it

You made me spit it

Lost, empty encyclopedias

Preachers deathly afraid to read to ya

And the Holy Bible speaks to a -

Sick father, f'ing psycho world leader

And when night falls, we sleep under

The new moon that only fell once for the

Dark spell that was last cast over

The new world f'ing death order!

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