yo, all came about one time , when I was on a plane back, going to Los Angeles from somewhere else and I sat next to this lady, and she was telling me some things, you I remember her verbatum but I do remember of the things she said it was this she
Life as we it is about to change I smell it within the air, the is getting strange up sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her
She is no longer fit to make decisions She is completely and void of any vision She parties hard and she keeps her concious in prison Therefore she's for the ultamite collision
She can no longer hide the on her face the now gone is hard to replace she has no shame, no or any grace She the devil and she hates other race
Ms America, the beautiful the Fallen within the I that you could see
She buried her within society it's you have no regard for me
why you caught up in the of America In the stomach of down in the bowels of in the of America in the brain of in the body of in the wicked spirit of In the old of America
Ms America, been a very bad girl you nearly disgraced humanity in the of the world vanity has you over- you're not the mirror of your reflection is quite she so many promises she keep she to mother her young so don't sleep they out for justice and then weep not to blame, Ms America, it's what you
The of your inventions to as all the traged of your to us all you should have in to nature and to the it's a matter of time before you
the you should have worked out in your first took some of your own and your destroyed all morale and the I'm sorry but I accept your
I'm up in the belly of In the of America down in the bowels of In the garbage of in the brain of in the body of in the wicked of America In the old soul of
Oh Ms. So attractions has yet to take for her we around within sytem and make so you can let ring within your
How can people be hungry there's a surplus suffering your home you've them worthless
Damn police the state and us nervous though some conform and join your
you're presidency's the joke but where the I always the gun smoke on your I I should send a telegraph to staff Amerika, you're down and you a bath
So your secret agents don't be this wasn't by socrates or freud this is simply work you avoid every ever built has been destroyed
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