Mass graves for the truth, Before the dust settles over foreign lands, buried in newspaper. Monopolise the choice of the masses, in the name of Democrazy. Hey, no need to point that gun - I'll put my hands up: middle finger topmost. send me to desert in distant lands: Mexico, Iraq, Nicaragua, Ireland, Kosovo, Afganistan, Mars. God bless us: if he doesn't, Heaven's next.
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