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Dec 2014
The day of Doom approaches, did you ever wonder how…  
How your *** will die, leave the hear and now  
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World War Three might get you, blow your *** to Hell  
It will be so fast, you won’t have the time to yell  
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Or maybe a volcano, will fry you to a crisp  
You will be well done, then blow away with the next wisp  
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How about an earthquake, you’ll get buried with some rocks  
You won’t need a grave…You will be like a flummox  
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Ah! A Tsunami!…wash your *** away  
Do you like the water? Go and splash and play  
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Do you have a bull’s-eye? Painted on your ***  
An asteroid will land there, so go drink some kvass  
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Sweet dreams and sleep so thigh, have a happy day  
Don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow…makes your hair turn gray
Written by
Elihu Barachel
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