I stick the strawInto your assholeMy filthy breathMakes your belly
Same eyes, same liesSame smell, same swellSame voices, same piecesSame
By toxic insanity, aftereffectThe fruit of inhumanity, birth defectAgent orangeS
Excreting the shits, horrendously harshFaecal noise holocaust shocks in my
Under the name of the progressJust searching for the next
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