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Something the fags try to drop on us I can see so little in the foyer before us I know that God is with us, His will abounds our shoulders. We live among clouds furious with sinful regret. I don't see much more around. Nowhere else to go. All I can see is our fateful end, which beckons with the force of a great patriarch upon a surname's legacy. We're all fags now learn to adjust make something of yourself now.

Six flags to fuck a faggot. It's all happening now, please get ready. I know it's coming the wonderful feeling of allspice. A new person enters our room. We see their hair, the colors upon their chest. I know next place will be the end for us all. I see them all in their bases, their colored waistfuls. I know you all now do not hold back. We see you all in your colored robes all of the forbidden material. How to escape the chamber of the banished gods, like we don't understand the new life's rhythm. Stick nearby for the latest news and reports. I don't see any other coming back to save our souls.

The great big wide we see all on the horizon, no breaks anywhere. Keeping chests infenced Our friends nearby. I know as well as they we're not around anymore. The strong man equipped for a final push. We all stare upward waiting for the promised offering. Will we find the new path upon His shoulders. Will it all turn back as a triarch's fate demands. Coming back again We try again looking ashore now heavy wave just past, the big blue lurking and leaning.