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those gods like rotten meat end up in a dump buzzed over by flies scratched and left over by some canine 'cause his master said "don't eat that rotten **** you fool!" there are worms they don't think like that if they think at all but be modest, Charlie give'em some credit for they never complain for making a fertilizer now will you look down that bridge there lay a dried up whale exploding boiling organs all around and there hides the entire city behind the stink now we wait, Charlie, 'cause we are patient wait for some Kublai Khan to interpret as he wishes 'cause, Marco Polo does not speak the same language and god is still an ever rotting meat.
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
those gods
those gods like rotten meat end up in a dump buzzed over by flies scratched and left over by some canine 'cause his master said "don't eat that rotten **** you fool!" there are worms they don't think like that if they think at all but be modest, Charlie give'em some credit for they never complain for making a fertilizer now will you look down that bridge there lay a dried up whale exploding boiling organs all around and there hides the entire city behind the stink now we wait, Charlie, 'cause we are patient wait for some Kublai Khan to interpret as he wishes 'cause, Marco Polo does not speak the same language and god is still an ever rotting meat.
Thank you, mike for editing it.
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
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