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in Ali Ahkbars chariot rode Iscariot to the ruins of Rome had ten gold pieces in his hand or twenty forget the rhymes it's more important we change the elegy the caricatures to fit modern modality he met Julius who had  not been born, still the story is better if, and the Editors  of the Bible know this , will edit it lets say a real young Julius with Cleopatra sultry and suave dressed in the best   designers of the time Togas his power ascending had no idea the thumpers would thump the Nazis would come he had Cleopatra's *** on his mind and say history has been remembered , or not, let's make haste of frugality and really get down to the gist of it, brutality, fear of the unknown, worship of gods we dont know exist. If I were around then, who is to say I was not, I'd slap Cleopatra on the *** pour wine down her throat and watch Julius make an orange smoothie out of Icarus or **** I forget , who he was. Started with an I.
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
History untold
in Ali Ahkbars chariot rode Iscariot to the ruins of Rome had ten gold pieces in his hand or twenty forget the rhymes it's more important we change the elegy the caricatures to fit modern modality he met Julius who had  not been born, still the story is better if, and the Editors  of the Bible know this , will edit it lets say a real young Julius with Cleopatra sultry and suave dressed in the best   designers of the time Togas his power ascending had no idea the thumpers would thump the Nazis would come he had Cleopatra's *** on his mind and say history has been remembered , or not, let's make haste of frugality and really get down to the gist of it, brutality, fear of the unknown, worship of gods we dont know exist. If I were around then, who is to say I was not, I'd slap Cleopatra on the *** pour wine down her throat and watch Julius make an orange smoothie out of Icarus or **** I forget , who he was. Started with an I.
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
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