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The accusations and the blame,
True or false, they seem the same.
Filthy fingers, rise in rows
And out of shit a flower grows.
I'm amazed,
How damn low people can go only by being themselves.
Those with hearts of ever-frost,
Will always know we never lost.
Flame rose high. Not enough to melt the ice.
Tiny minds and virtuous whores,
A bunch of morons with a cause.
Jesus saves? We will piss upon your graves!
Three wise men came to the north,
On their donkeys they rode forth.
Whining I'd committed sins,
Moaning I'm too everything.
Still amazed,
How a whole trio of men can only have two brain cells.
Those with hearts of ever-frost,
Will always know we never lost.
Acid rain: Urine on your flames.
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