'they'
called him
rasputin
and son of sam.
wH0
thE FuKc
dUz THey thInk
THa aM
'they'
called him
Charlie
bramble, weed.
whAt
FrEe kIN
sHow du tHey'd thINk
W3 sEEd
'they'
called him
skiet so sigh co
worse, every name a fukcn curse.
wHil3
W3 W8's On Our Lord
fOr the$e devils
t0 diSpErse
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