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It's the dawn of a decaying day, colors bleed and the paint cannot dry. Crucify the priests for their pedophile crimes. As our president electeds day 1 surprise calcify the masses, herd into a disorder. Tattoo the illegals, gather cocaine and prescription smiles. We no longer have a symptom in your Doctors folder. Propaganda lies, pre-teen spies! Live on the moon or a prison cell? I no longer have my sense of smell! Prison schemes or illicit dreams? I've decided a reasoning burn to lead or become despised? Fishing in an open pond catch and release - to all vagabonds
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