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Poetry for thought
You write with a pen, i destroy with my fists. you work your way up, I pulverize my enemies. You cut food with a knife, I lacerated enemies with a forbidden sword. you fear everything, I am what fear is scared of. We are not the same, you are a man, I am a god. We are not the same. -Demon Kane.
Feb 28
Republicans are red.
Dems are in blue.
A killing shot to Trump's head,
is the best a true patriot can do.
She came flyin' round the mountain doin' ninety...
when the chain on her motorcycle broke.
They found her in the grass with the muffler up her ∆ss and her tiπies playin' Dixie on the spokes
She was com'n round the mountain doing 60, when the chain on her motorcycle broke. They found her on the grass with the muffler up her *SS and her ti**ies playing Dixie on the spokes.
There was once a young man named Gene, who invented a beat off machine. On the 99th stroke the dang thing had broke and beat his two b*lls to a cream.