Gabriel Bentheim

Choking on humble pie.
Your sword of ice is melting.
Drinking your friend's blood to stay alive.
Swiss bank account life supply.
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Pour me a glass of preshrunk propaganda.
World leaders are floating in my stereo.
Crawling headfirst through a portal to missed opportunities.
The 1000 Cricket Overture turned a deaf ear.
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Here he is, covered deep in her carpet of lies.
The burden at the top of their wedding cake was looking at him, straight into his eyes.
Their little agreement faded just like an Alaskan Winter sunset.
Sleeping with the enemy was no overnight success.
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The front line on the battlefield is composed of humiliated, shoeless teenage soldiers.
Minutes after an oil tanker spilled into the ocean, a burning fighter jet falls right into it.
Global warming is causing the troubled water to rise above the bridge.
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