iS thE gLimCeS
Of ThuR GoDds
ThIs thE thEn
thE GeT FrUsTr8ed
WatCHinG ThIs wOrLd
WherE eveRy One
SomE wH3R3
gEtS H8d
LikE aLL liKE StUcK
On ThiS BoArd 2
2 Be OnLy bE
ChEcK MAtEd
WrEsStLE ThIS sAmE
oLD cOld FLesH
JuST LikE It Was
noT evEr rEALy St8d
WherE Thi$ Wh0Le
PiCTuRE iT SeeMs
well GetS CoVerEd
AnD pLaTeD
NO Sure Can't LIVE
ina
tHaNkLeSS Life
sOuNdiNg LIkE
a
Whining F#ck
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