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amphetamine poo
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killers are coming
03:29
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killers are coming
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for madeline
01:08
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Terror and treachery,
baby killer of the Iraqis,
Hypocrite diplomacy
Bomb the Serbs so we can get more oil
Squash foreign economy,
Don't let other worlds prosper like me.
Homicidal masterpiece
She's got a mustache, but it don't look like Hitler's.
Albright you fucking cunt.
Troll goddess,
Heartless,
Souless
Mindless.
It's time you paid for your crimes.
Albright you fucking cunt.
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leon's soul
04:01
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fruitcake
03:07
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Fag Queer Gay Homo
Fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme
I hate you, you faggot
and your sexuality
you disgust me, you homo
Where's your sense of decency?
I hate you, you faggot,
better stay away from me
No queer man can have me,
this bod's for the ladies. Only. See?
Fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme
Faggot. Ravage my glory hole
Cocksucker. Spit till you make it shine
Faggot. Ride me like your stallion
Turd Burglar. You better reach around.
Faggot. Call me Big Poppa.
Ass Mongrel. Come shot on your face.
Faggot. Hold me when we finish.
Sodomite. Say a word, I'll kill us both.
Every homophobe wants a cock in his mouth
Every homophobe wants a cock in his ass
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one less mouth
04:39
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so it goes
01:32
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life becomes death,
death becomes life
cycles change to become themselves.
and so it goes.
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babykiller
02:54
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Lucky Lindbergh, what a man
A hero of the people.
Glory be his progeny,
a limitless potential.
The country was so proud
that they should have an eaglet
from a family of such class,
too bad a Lindbergh killed it.
Maybe Charlie didn't do it.
Jealous sister killed their dog.
Colonel Lindbergh had many secrets
and a clever way to protect them all.
Created a scavenger hunt,
Now impossible to solve.
There's no guilt when the lower class can take the fall.
Charlie (babykiller)
Lindy (babykiller)
Nazi (secret seller)
Charlie
The circus ensued for a year,
Lucky Lindy commanded the show.
Cops and thugs, the army and the mob,
and the public in deep sorrow.
Shady dealings and a flawed investigation.
Still no suspects, unseen evidence not questions.
No mold of the footprint taken,
Fingerprints forgotten.
In a shallow grave, a corpse did lay,
discovered unsuspecting.
Did you and Goerring laugh at the world?
The immigrant was German you had killed.
White supremacy, justified means.
Pin it on the foreign, manifest destiny.
Did you conscience grind you down?
Did Anne make you understand?
Just a plaything thrown away,
it's all funny the first time.
Make this world a better place,
Exterminate and conquer.
It's their fault, they don't belong,
and that Charlie is your birthright.
You have fooled the whole dumb world,
those knowing quickly dwindled.
Nazis tried to kill their own,
from you we'd expect no different.
Elizabeth died before the trial,
and with that went your secret.
Add her, Violet Sharpe, your son
and Bruno Hauptman to your victims.
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David Goodbrand was screaming around the corner of a mountain road on a rented dirtbike. Every year for the two weeks, the Goodbrand boys got to go and be with their father, the Great Adventurer. He took them camping, and backpacking, and whitewater rafting, and this time, motorcycle riding.
David was doing a fast 45 when he saw the pothole. He swerved into the other lane and never saw the other bike coming. It was one of those big cross country jobbers, like a Volkswagen on two wheels: saddlebags, oversized gas tank, the whole bit. He hit the bike head-on and flew ass-over-shoulders about fifty feet.
When they collided, he lurched forward and the brake handle grabbed him under his top lip and ripped through his face, across his nose, clear to his left ear. The top of his nose was gone and the doctors were ready to build a new one when they found it lodged in the back of his mouth behind his teeth.
They sewed it back on and stitched up his face, and David stayed in the hospital for three weeks. After he flew, he landed on his head and a pyramid shaped rock the size of a golf ball embedded itself in David's shoulder. As he rolled, his collarbone snapped and he broke an arm. He was fourteen.
The shoulder healed. The collarbone and his arm took a little longer. But his face. We never talk about his face. I don't know where he is now. I haven't seen him in years. But I could point him out in a crowd. He's the one not smiling, the one looking down at his feet. The one with the scar that's thick and long and pink, still fresh after all these years.
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warrrrrgh
03:24
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War war war war
Boom boom boom boom
Keep the machine running
Keep it finely tuned
Pile up the soldiers
Use their bodies for fuel
Keep the machine running
Oil keeps it lubed
See how powerful it's become
Slit a throat and watch it flow
Throw an arm into despair,
Cut it off, grow back another
Bob up and down
the machine will follow
Turn back around, there's something behind you
Swim with the neighbor
Don't go astray
The machine will drop you and slyly walk away
Give what you got
and then give some more
It all makes no difference
The machine holds your soul
You want everybody...
You want everybody to be your body
The embers still burn
The flame can be saved
But few are the ones who remember the way
You think you think too much
By not thinking at all
but no truth is left
and we all take the fall
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jesus
04:17
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duhplo shitvox
02:35
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depleted uranium
06:38
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We know
We won't say what we know
Reactive breakdown
Irradiate
No conclusive evidence
Research goes on
Real life studies
justify our goals
Harbored jettison
of unwanted waste
Plant it on the battlefield,
another country's mess
Bury the story
They don't know our goals
Too late
It's too late
The damage seeps deep
Cancerous problems
for the future race
We destroyed the future of life
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