But our blood
will spill
Just the same.
It's not about the headless
victm.
Nor will it ever
be. So.
Just chill.
And enjoy the thrill
of the ****
The blessed expedition.
Hunting the Hunter.
Is a most wonderful feeling.
Going postal
On the ones giving you
All these letters.
The mail carrier.
Is positive for swine.
Flu.
Cause the news.
They keep dishing us.
Is tainted.
Rotten.
Like the word.
This **** is rolled.
Gold.
Put that in your straw
And snort it.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
But our blood
will spill
Just the same.
It's not about the headless
victm.
Nor will it ever
be. So.
Just chill.
And enjoy the thrill
of the ****
The blessed expedition.
Hunting the Hunter.
Is a most wonderful feeling.
Going postal
On the ones giving you
All these letters.
The mail carrier.
Is positive for swine.
Flu.
Cause the news.
They keep dishing us.
Is tainted.
Rotten.
Like the word.
This **** is rolled.
Gold.
Put that in your straw
And snort it.
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