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Jan 2015
i don't mind stealing bread
from the mouths of decadents

but i can't feed on the powerless
when my cups already overfilled

but it's on the table
the fire's cooking

and there farming babies
the slaves are all working

blood is on the table
the mouths are already choking

but i'm going hungry
tod
some fyi ; ****** farmed babies to try to create the perfect race
while extermaning the jew's
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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