The Public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into
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this world. Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan
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horse full of zyklon while Judas' coffers overflow. What? New world
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(dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poison air pouring whiskey into
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crescent moon lacerations. Time to bite the hand that beats. Teach our
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children well, teach them to kill. Global jihad for a thousand years.
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Sanctified our blood spills, sutured with commodities. Iron fist in silken
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glove ripping away autonomy, replacing with a placebo. Realize that our
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wounds will never heal while Judas' coffers overflow.
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Preaching To The Converted
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Lamb Of God |