Violence.

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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