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Get in line, one by one one after the other we are playing the robot gameI have been here before, my mind is appearing to recollect itself where is there a place that shuns awayThose That Have not seen the light a place where there is only truth and no other is looked uponHere it goes again, like feeding meat to the wolves we throw our intellect to wasteEmpty our bullshit on the riches of the earthBreathe for a second tortured beings are more likely to burnWe are the sheep to the shepherd, the shepherd of shitMurder the faithful pillage the village and sacrifice their heads to mePain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegmTheir balls on a platter to feast upon their childrenSped Up the process of elimination and seek the smell of rotten goodPain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegmTheir balls on a platter to feast upon their childrenTortured beings are more likely to burn breathe for a second