They kill the angels.
They batter their heads on the hard walls of their vans until they die.
They kick on their stomachs until they bleed.
They are
the men who have the brass knuckle, pepper spray, machete, baton, shocker, whip, wild motorbike, and foul mouth
all with together
and kill the angels.
They kill the angels.
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