i burn you and sepharoth.
best go and bless a cross.
leave you in a desert lost...
beggin me to "wet ya broad".
ya think ya angelic...
but just can't smell it.
till i take ya down to hell and
burn ya flesh till its smellin.

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""Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you." --Abraham Lincoln, speech, September 11, 1858