The further West we go, the further Right to the beginning
Cleansed
clenched fists angry thoughts, centered on...
Caucasian
???
...the fluttering
shaking
Turner it around, Merry-Go-Round
skin stretched tight muscles, display
On the Farm with Ole MacDonald I live
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Storm on horizon, lightning split the air, thunder crack the night now, 'Cause we're always there. You know Eight Owl's sittin' stand in a council everywhere? Forget your hopes see the future now, Aryan teeth are bared.