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We're all sick just trying to find some medicine and it comes in all forms and they are all demons drink smoke pills powder ***** violence pain God, if you buy into that sort of jargon I think God left us about the time we started talking about profit margins and gains and losses and bonuses and bail outs but we take these drugs in an attempt to get high enough to catch a solitary glimpse of heaven before we plunge back into hell The devil, He's laughing because he knows we won't escape we've been given up to damnation and that's **** fine with me let the world burn the people massacred and all the while I'll stand on the brink of the end of all things laughing because the only thing I truly know is that the only way to survive hell is to out devil the devils So you go on complaining and the world will go on not listening because the world doesn't understand ******** only brute force and steel
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
out devil the devils
We're all sick just trying to find some medicine and it comes in all forms and they are all demons drink smoke pills powder ***** violence pain God, if you buy into that sort of jargon I think God left us about the time we started talking about profit margins and gains and losses and bonuses and bail outs but we take these drugs in an attempt to get high enough to catch a solitary glimpse of heaven before we plunge back into hell The devil, He's laughing because he knows we won't escape we've been given up to damnation and that's **** fine with me let the world burn the people massacred and all the while I'll stand on the brink of the end of all things laughing because the only thing I truly know is that the only way to survive hell is to out devil the devils So you go on complaining and the world will go on not listening because the world doesn't understand ******** only brute force and steel
harry-j-baxter
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
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