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Plotting Tzah Holes Like Insider Trading Duringa Double Oh Christmas

Object to crave hands off me i find myself looking at the keys in the stars in my space warlords of times of slavery tortured innocents never ending labour for underpaid children smelling burnt flesh because someone taught her how to swim he came we forgot we are not fooled again early bird gets the worm 7am red balloons on free sucker day not my fault you slept through ypur own surprise holiday from the outside in the mess and the twins wasnt me it was him then it was us it was them then look what they did to eachother sinnersd and saints same blame game parade hands clean holding a spade burrying the evidence and were all on the train ladies and gentleman theres a cow on the tracks there is going to be a slight delay the trains got guardrails now soo everybody drink christmas is saved but the cows name is jesus cant stop the train so im gettin drunk looks better on paper thank goodness for the words of the wise the only truth i can hold onto is this world hasn't admitted to one of its mistakes or the fact its addicted to its own dose of lies and before i teach you how to prepare for your last supper of judgement day heres the perfect lie to cheat your way through the exams of the after life artsy fartsy smarty pants party buying and trading stocks of barbies free trade economy feeding the starving pictures inspired for mouth to mouth and split second life saving situational ironies I'll pay for you eat eat together all for one day it might take three days to get the feast going and when its set up send mwe the bill and then blam partys over god is retiring and just as predicted freed the slaves from the wars to free the burning victoms of those being tortured and now no one knows just wars iof our fathers wars of our fathers alice whos is alice? what was wonderland really about? wasnt me it was you it was us it was them on and on blame game campaign seperating boys from the men the shipmate made capttain mutinised the island sold the ship and robbed the bank so now whose laughing

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