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The light of the new year Hath spewed from yonder hence Betwixt the pillars of the Turtle Where sleeps the Moon Ethereal floating turtles Nigh is the crustacean Hide your children Lest they be devoured Thou canst witness the end The end of our world On a night soon to be When the snow is on the leaves When the distant screams Invade your dreams The Turtle shall return And all things will burn There is no escape No way out The Turtle will **** you I'm serious, he will That's the actual reason That I told you to hide your children They would also be ***** And that's not good Turtles are awesome though For the most part The normal ones that don't **** people Are pretty good Chickens upon the altar Sacrificed to Satan Not a soul can escape Satan Chicken souls are no exception Potato juice dripping Dripping and dropping Off of the walls of the castle Potato sauce boy Cheese smashed in the alcove Gertrude must have done this I cannot abide your face I eat candles
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
Shambler of Crustaceans
The light of the new year Hath spewed from yonder hence Betwixt the pillars of the Turtle Where sleeps the Moon Ethereal floating turtles Nigh is the crustacean Hide your children Lest they be devoured Thou canst witness the end The end of our world On a night soon to be When the snow is on the leaves When the distant screams Invade your dreams The Turtle shall return And all things will burn There is no escape No way out The Turtle will **** you I'm serious, he will That's the actual reason That I told you to hide your children They would also be ***** And that's not good Turtles are awesome though For the most part The normal ones that don't **** people Are pretty good Chickens upon the altar Sacrificed to Satan Not a soul can escape Satan Chicken souls are no exception Potato juice dripping Dripping and dropping Off of the walls of the castle Potato sauce boy Cheese smashed in the alcove Gertrude must have done this I cannot abide your face I eat candles
Thurtle
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28/Neither/Poot
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
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