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Jan 2016
There is no god within my realm
Fall before me putrid man
Does Egypt not love her son
Slave of Cleopatra

Avert thine eyes whilst I bathe
In ***'s milk
Dripping from my *******
For unto this land of plenty
I'll whip the life from you

Now build my shrine
To the goddess of love
And make this my Egypt
Dirt of blood shall stain your feet
As kin shall fall
To please their queen
Mmm, that's crap
Sin
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