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Hiber-Nation

The Russian bear never died it was in prolonged hiber-nation tending to western inflicted wounds nibbling on yellow stars gathering strength waiting for an opening waiting for weakness. Now the bear feeds on the blood of women each hectare of land it tramples. Burying the soul of children. The red bear hammers death into the lips of peace While the red dragon spreads it's virus... The aging harlot of the west. On its spindly-oily knees only tends to the stiffness of God.

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