Bastard, now you're my marionette - pulverize me firm now!

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Now, if you use a poetry bot to generate a poem, can you claim the. The size of these guns'll make you spit fuck. Bastards Lyrics: Check it, these cold days, got me in a physical rage. They are all that wasted energy. So can't you wake up, I cannot be another man now!
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