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Jan 2014
Tremble , tremble
Little one

All we are thinking of is making money
Any stinking way we can

We'd sell you to the devil for a dollar

We've sold so
Many in the past

••

Twitch with terror
Son of no one

God is only propaganda

World war infinity has already started

Your life is nothing but pornograhy

••

Tremble YE little
Child so
Lovely

We have sold you into slavery

We do anything to make money

And the devil gave us a dollar

A billion more and we 'll be free
Written by
jeffrey robin
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   Miriam
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