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peacekeeper, dawn your tent suck on oxygen through a paper straw prophylactic burning no longer a need to use still the combine sputters and heaves a mournful yawn harvesting two thousand ghosts and leaves the seeds for more for more for more condoloma epidemic t-cell genocide we can consummate no more we're living it through v.r. (virtual reality) still the combine stammers and heaves a mournful yawn harvesting two thousand ghosts and leaves the seeds for more interzone reporter homophobic diotribe we take it for the norm and capulate the bosom of faith, hope, and charity there is no god pass the ammonia From Letras Mania