Poem -
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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