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Apr 2013
Ever think that you matter?
That you were gifted,
You gift grabber?

Tell me, do you take the time
To listen to your chatter?
Inside your head
Thought throws the pitch
But there is no Batter
And your voice is always louder
But your words
They never matter!

You belch your stupidity over and over
From the flaming pits of hell
To the furthest supernova

Are you the Captian of this ship,
You heartless waste of carbon?
I've washed better from my feet
Trust me, I've done it often
Ishmyre of the Inferiors
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Ishmyre of the Inferiors  9th Ring of Saturn Box 7
(9th Ring of Saturn Box 7)   
770
   Wanderer and Bernadette
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