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Nov 2016
I called this piece politicians
I'm a lying lobbying socialist terrorist
Malicious to all living things
Including insects animals and human beings
Im a reptillian sneaky evil ****
I steal I cheat I keep the lower class in defeat
I make ways when there are no ways
Only for friends of friend
I dine and wine and tell you everything will be fine
I'm egotistical mystical and just plain ol diabolical
I'm a waste a paste and not capable of looking you in the face
No eye contact only on the front of screen
Where I read to you a new scene
From something out of nothing
I keep the weak in fear
And even sadder ones in tears
I prey on the homeless and the working class
Don't pay my taxes that's your ***
I'm cut I'm cool I'm not a fool
I'm made from titanium
But have no nerves in my cranium
I'm relentless ruthless talentless
And at the same time bliss
I tell you when to happy and when not to be happy
I apply subliminal mesSages
Only for you not to understand
The dialect of a politicians
I use words I don't really know .becAuse they sound clever however
Who will question my conscious
None will peep my nonsense
Vote for me I'll set you free
In the name of liberty
But it all sounds like ******* to me
Indeed
Stay home and smoke some ****
Cuz the only politicians
I wanna see is getting dressed by a mortician
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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