Violence.
Slavery is fucking beautiful.
I don’t like bacoln.
The terrible sound of metal breaking wreaks havoc on my heart.
And I know the source of origin.
Water is unstable naturally foolish man.
My mother is a whore.
And my grandfather’s a Nazi.
But I love them in hell like I never loved them in heaven.
Pop goes the weasel.
Smach goes the plaited iron.
And I know better but I act no worse.
This is the dawn of the modern age.
This is mine rapture.
Kiss my ass and I will love you to.
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