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Sixth of the second twenty twenty two, at four twenty am.

who loves you, who who who.

do you make them prove it,

do you make them pay.

Is it their fault,

for know you anyway?

 

What so ever,

Never you mind,

Cant you tell,

were killing anyway.

 

The cows,

the chickens,

the sheep,

their gone.

 

From fish to forest,

everything’s been burnt.

 

So many unhappy’s,

so many distraught,

so many with illnesses,

yet to be sort.

 

Being drunk wont help,

being stoned you can tell,

that there’s is malicious parties,

who’ll dance on graves from hell.

 

Let them eat turkey,

let them eat hay,

let them eat,

each and every day.

 

Our brothers and sisters,

our kids and pets,

this times for changing,

the errors that we set.

 

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