These walls of mine are now going up yeah, like walls hung by chains for everything you said you weren't at all clankity-clank-clank they're going up because of all the lies you have told My, Oh, My you were bold to think you could even keep up with me or even begin to comprehend, or see all your skeletons, and trash tossed to ground where holy light has shined I've found that my angels really do exist your stupid theory's will still persist about the Universe Oh, ***** really? you're so profound I'm sending you into infinity through my mind and, sound. I feel sorry for your wife for you have stolen her entire life Surprise, surprise you have a wife? *Well, **** off Mister... I have a life
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