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Vandals, Franks, and Gauls from the far corners and recesses of the Republic that they understand darkly, marching on orders from a rogue emperor about to be banished to warmer climes and crimes not charged with but waiting to be filed as they crash through the windows and doors of the Capitol on a cloudy January day, looking to hang those they believe have deserted the cause of keeping the infant king on his throne where he can spew his venom and rage against America’s promise that hard work and those who work hard will have a shot at a happy existence and a piece of the American Dream and traitors will be tried, conspirators found out, and leaders who commit sedition will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 7:20 AM UTC
The Age of the ****
Vandals, Franks, and Gauls from the far corners and recesses of the Republic that they understand darkly, marching on orders from a rogue emperor about to be banished to warmer climes and crimes not charged with but waiting to be filed as they crash through the windows and doors of the Capitol on a cloudy January day, looking to hang those they believe have deserted the cause of keeping the infant king on his throne where he can spew his venom and rage against America’s promise that hard work and those who work hard will have a shot at a happy existence and a piece of the American Dream and traitors will be tried, conspirators found out, and leaders who commit sedition will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 7:20 AM UTC
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