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capitalize it punctuate it        then . . .         **//  s p  a   c    e     it                                       s a y  it /**                                         to their gray faces this is REVOLUTION baby fall down prostrate in adoration plead for mercy before the throne of your orange Cheeto lord worship 45 you owe your soul to him (your owner/father-figure) your president mix-master D.J. is wiser than you that's why he is president of your nation-state so sorry about the will of 55% of the amurican people now dance to your D.J. like good NPCs god bless amurica 45
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connecthook
Published
Oct 29, 2018
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31·93
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I am sorry that God's will is done

please don't swear or be upset

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#npcs#nonplayingcharacters#dehumanization#amurica#45
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