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The Cu$h / Bheney / love USA Sick government stolen gangsters...

Obtuse Killers...and buds lie in the shit... Jolly

Meanwhile on the far side of Turd Blossom Street... Creative people are Given hidden tools... Out of the Earth to pry lose truths from the Gods... To slay the lie-fire smoking muck... Foaming from the death-dragon's forked tongue... Singing their Happy Motto...

They are already Dead a long time ago

It's time for The obtuse W one To go And Never play the boss Of Hurricanes War Or Sick Love Again

Killing Old and young Alike