Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,
Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/
You and i were basically brothers
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
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