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Deliver what
I've wrought
upon
up-town.
Upon the shops
that cry
for
freedom...
Freedom
from
deliverance.
Freedom from the
control
of the sounds
of
the
violence.
Hear the screams
through
blood filled
ears,
pound in
your own head
instead
of thy neighbors.
Sray
your own
blood in
your
childrens
open throats.
They're thirsty
for
it.
Thirsty to
swallow
the blood
that
is already
being poured down their
young
bronchi.
Drink,
future generations
drink.
Your fate
needs it,
needs it to pool
in your
stomach
until fraud eats
through thou
intestines.

Drink my children. My precious children, drink.

Description
Deliver what
I've wrought
upon
up-town.
Upon the shops
that cry
for
freedom...
Freedom
from
deliverance.
Freedom from the
control
of the sounds
of
the
violence.
Hear the screams
through
blood filled
ears,
pound in
your own head
instead
of thy neighbors.
Sray
your own
blood in
your
childrens
open throats.
They're thirsty
for
it.
Thirsty to
swallow
the blood
that
is already
being poured down their
young
bronchi.
Drink,
future generations
drink.
Your fate
needs it,
needs it to pool
in your
stomach
until fraud eats
through thou
intestines.

Drink my children. My precious children, drink.