Peacekeeper, dawn your tent
Suck on oxygen through a paper straw
Prophylactic burning
No longer a need to use
Still the combine sputters
And heaves a mournful yawn
Harvesting two thousand ghosts
And leaves the seeds for more
For more, for more
Condoloma epidemic
T-cell genocide
We can consummate no more
We're living it through V.R. (virtual reality)
Still the combine stammers
From the pedophile it hides
Harvesting two million cases
And takes no time to stop
Still the combine sputters
And heaves a mournful yawn
Harvesting two thousand ghosts
And leaves the seeds for more
Interzone reporter
Homophobic diatribe
We take it for the norm
And copulate the bosom
Of faith, hope, and charity
There is no God
Pass the ammonia
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