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Horrid Sins

-Horrid Sins- YOU!!! Your sins are Horrid So horrid Talk to The Dark Sun He’ll fix your horrid sins They’re so horrid Your sins are so horrid Like a wingless bird flying in the dark sky Your sins are so horrid Like a fish swimming in an acid lake Your sins are so horrid Like a pot water that’s NOT BOILING YOUR SINS ARE SO HORRID You need to fix this The Dark Sun will help He’s the God O’ Dystopia He’ll fix your sins He caused the day to turn night He blocked the sun You fix your sins Or you join the world OF DYSTOPIA!!! All because of your horrid sins

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Date: 7/21/2019 7:28:00 AM
I am clutching my sides now, for I feel you are poking fun at things others might feel are sacred, but I do not.
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