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Savage Year

Savage year-quiet God in the backwaters of a brackish riot pond... 9 minutes to trash a life 9 minutes to trash society We're walking toward the brink but we don't have to be... Black lives-white lives-thin blue line a dirty cop-church on fire. God stripped from our lives Satan willingly filling the void that creeper of our minds. Whispers of the end times but we haven't suffered nearly enough there'll be more wars and plagues race riots-disease percolating and a fire to end all fires-

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