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Sep 2018
Oh the pests that do rattle my chain
If I am forced to be here
Let them lie down dead before me
Let me beat them with an iron rod
And I will stay quiet still death
But be rid of their tongues and teeth
And I will truly be happy
Allow me to close the window on their head
And their blood will keep me satisfied,
WhatIHopeToFeel
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