"Can you put a price on peace?"
-David S. Mustaine

Yewman Writes

Common swat they call me.
Ye sat sit.

Common swat they calm me.
A bugger, a booger;
something in
they're no-says,
held way a pie.
Wheeze man
a faction down here.

I'm a door Abel
to see, to thin cough, but to be?
Not tin
they rise.

Smelly,
sum what, and
not four hour types.
That's watt they say.

Commons watt they call me.

Anna thin
they wan too,
they Cain
do.

Human Rights

In this fine Document have we do henceforth affirm our creeds and promises. Here do we put forth abstract designs and make Fine our words in community with our younger Brothers of today and tomorrow. We make strong our condolences to the importunate, disastrous moments of the everyday. Within this Noble Document do we lay out our sinuous words, proclaiming serenity and peace to the lightest corners of the earth. Here now we list our promises:

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The above document is now for sale
to the highest bidder.