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The fuse is lit and burning fast, it’s almost to the bomb The bomb goes off it’s WW3, you they wouldn’t embalm - You will rot right on the ground. Buzzards eat your *** Not just only you, humanity in mass - If you aren’t killed, three weeks is all you got From radiation you will glow, you’ll moan and puke a lot - So keep your head stuck in the sand, pretend it is not so When you finally die, to Hell you're going to go [1] Rev 9:17&18
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
Buzzards Say "Yum-Yum" [1]
The fuse is lit and burning fast, it’s almost to the bomb The bomb goes off it’s WW3, you they wouldn’t embalm - You will rot right on the ground. Buzzards eat your *** Not just only you, humanity in mass - If you aren’t killed, three weeks is all you got From radiation you will glow, you’ll moan and puke a lot - So keep your head stuck in the sand, pretend it is not so When you finally die, to Hell you're going to go [1] Rev 9:17&18
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
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