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Earth

Dope seller
Fine feller
Give me the fuel
For the duel
Cruel empire
Holy spire
Power of poetic thoughts lots
Humans ate eat or are food
Every meat company should be sued
But really dont we enjoy eating carcass
Its the darkness
We like the most
Gleaming in day
What doth thou knowest
Nothing but blue
Nothing but you
A comfort to lie in my bed
Dreaming of nothing but darkness
With screams in my head
Alone in a room
Feeling nothing but dread
Like a tomb i ache and im dead
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