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Not-Tragic: A Babies Annaud

Dead babies everywhere... on the floor and on my chair in the oven just like a jew O dead baby over there all I want to eat is you dead babies on a pike child rides right by on his bike I pull him in, he lets out a sigh he screams at me to tell him why To this question I do reply all i want is that every baby die I shove my bundle of pencils down his throat and somewhere else, i think you know I roast the babies into pie with a hist and a ho i eat them all and then I watch the rest of the babies fall off ledges and buildings I placed them atop and then i made them into slop and ate them I HATE THEM
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