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Post by thefleetsin on May 18, 2018 15:13:38 GMT
when you hold the world record for school shootings
if you're going to scratch your head with an automatic weapon while straddling a howitzer pretending your defending a made up right to obliterate anyone you currently choose to hate.
then you more than likely have no idea the direction this poem is going to take for you've already baked four and twenty kids into a national rifle association cake you're just dying to shove down everyone else's throats.
and here's the part where you gloat reassuring everyone that the enemy is all around you starting with that blackened goat.
sjw 05/18/18 inspired at this very moment in time by all the myriad of drills we do in preparation for receiving our just rewards.
from the 'bewitched series' of poems
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