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#farmhands
Tension builds on the western front The Slopes moan in horrific altitude Sorry to break the news. Tension slaps the western Face, the soil is moldy The planets forming in ghastly trace. Everyone knows it though noone sais it. We're doomed, keeping a shotgun on the side keeping the suns Memory in my mind, I've got a bunker, trust me, its better then bombs and gloom. I have come to the diddly widdly conclusion, I wont be trapped on the governments map, I won't be In confusion. They'll bring us delusion, pin others against mothers, the west has seen this coming a long time comin. Lock and load boys, let the second amendment be kept to its name, light the matches, light the torches, darkfall will plague our land, were already plagued. Many things to be staged, farmhands are losing their lands, ranches are being stolen, golden tongues from hypocritical bums, will make some dumbed in conclusion. This old flesh will stay loosened, knock knock who's there? Gramps! Get out#theres noone here.
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Knock knock#whos home? Noone leave me alone