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Aadil Aug 2020
The clocks are ringing twelve,
Prissy people comin' through,
Doddering in the darkness,
Diggin' out them graves,ahaa!

The moon is fading out,
Bobbydazzlers showin' up,
Cadavers burning out,
Subhumans stroamin' around.

Some robbing vagabonds,
Regicides in the throne,
Snary proposals,
And prankin' psychopaths.

The kingdom fade away,
Plausible lies arise,
Credence in subjection,
Its time for extinction!
Oh! Its time for extinction.
Its the end of an era; the end of a race. And for sure the judgement will occur...

— The End —