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not recognizing it marching on, like taught the goal, to win the war a land built up on heaps of corpses called towns ghostly towns, full of ... funny killerbots and heros of work getting paid, like naturally by sucking whores socio insurance steering it never think about the grey hell they´re in, just beating it at the bottom of the abyss german steel helmets the administer of a black and white hell stoking the, could be worse - matter creatively and ironic special paid monster, we all know that one fell in a hole in fact a well a fountain of youth or was it child abuse out of reach roman catholics are the devil contracting every soul one or the other way black sheeps with no belief might and manipulation for the ones who look through torturing children walking at the edge of an abyss driving fleshbots even more mad stepping on the heads of the poorest feeling high and goodmen donating cerements spitting in the faces of the marked ones victims to bring up to the tower white

The army is now formed They are marching in step The one with the most penetration The army of sluts the new weapon is called: 'Get Sucked' no bullets, no guns the enemy gets sucked in a way gasses streaming out at the same time making the enemy dizzy and then, the enemy is gone no corpse dumping no collaterale damage they´re gone, vanished, away Victory is ours!

She came at me so friendly trying to clean up the place. Saying something like don´t do this again! Without a ! this didn´t sound threatening the treat, spun around everything appeared the next morning following the strangest happenings Of the past, and I was guilty again more guilty than ever. A cloth out of a spider web not fitting that good anymore. Lawyers on speed trying to open their mouths once open, nothing´s going out but a laugh and a acoustically dam That done, they´re gone nothing but the cold wind left And repeatedly asking the surname of the prince of peace. We haven´t got it we´re only guessing and getting smuggled through a tube full of blood red nonsense. The fastest spinning spindle of red wine slowly winding up my spine shocking my fishes up to the tab making them look slightly desperate The scarecrow has already inhaled put into her clothy lungs keeping it tight at her wooden pile about to set it on her permanent file The lights go out electricity of the

Latest fake pregnancy pulled out all turning cells the need of compassion made her a sad clown She hole got dark minded with the emphasis of a serving donkey for the holy national product Her evil and lazy mind is totally working for sth. keeping the herd and her children grounded The perfect comprehensive method for bein in and in the middle of a rickety nothing in a bug She´s sucking comments into her heart in a tube inside, the endlessness is formed to a ribbon Terms or sounds getting washed through this she´s blowing it out on the other side of the tube She´s calling it her heart that is honest and re- peats the shadow peter´s prayer for the reason Her climax and nearly a massive heart attack....

Oh mama, why did you have to tell me that? Achar for you in the afternoon. Sangria and a bone marimba. Your inner tongue got loose, and relaxed. She gave me the brush off. She the royal she, the car of the slut. The woman in industrial times, the modern one. Using a body, no matter what. Nothing holy, when it comes to love, eh? A big mess all over her precious temple, she´s in. Though the omni - she has it enclosed in the twilight - zone That useful space, for painful and awkward happenings. The unconcious rush into genitals. No mind paid, just driving. Was it worth it, or is it just training a technic? Whatever, it seemed spicy and rough. Time won´t tell by the speed of life. Sorry if your car broke down. Thanks those pills made you balanced once again. Thanks the chemical industry, you can live further on. What would life be without L O V E ? Is there a religious industry btw?