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The Stench of Death is in the air, the stench of rotting flesh The prize of WWIII! In this you will enmesh - Celebrate your victory! Glory in your might! Carnage pain and woe, in these you do delight - You won't need a flashlight, in the dark your *** will glow! Radiation! Radiation! To Hell you'll say hello - This will soon all come, NOWHERE can you hide Calamity and Doom, will be felt both far and wide
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Far and Wide
The Stench of Death is in the air, the stench of rotting flesh The prize of WWIII! In this you will enmesh - Celebrate your victory! Glory in your might! Carnage pain and woe, in these you do delight - You won't need a flashlight, in the dark your *** will glow! Radiation! Radiation! To Hell you'll say hello - This will soon all come, NOWHERE can you hide Calamity and Doom, will be felt both far and wide
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elihu-barachel
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
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