as the world spins on its axis and the sun sinks slowly in the west another tsunami load of recycled shit
hits the fan there’s always fresh meat for the
grinder there will always be war and rumours of war there will always be blood on our
hands because we’re all in the shit
together it’s always been this
way you can tell me there’s love in the
human heart and that love is the
universal law but I have to laugh when presented with the
irony otherwise I’d be screaming all the way to hell
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