She starts her new diet, of liquor and dick. just like hollywood but laced in sick. the sun goes down and so does she. sold out the love that she had left with a cut of the throat. drinks all round on her before she strolls to the moat. so count you fucking blessings. because im counting every lie. christ, i'm asking you for just one thing: eradicate, this disease. close your eyes. pray for plagues. oh lord cleanse this earth and bring upon our doomsday. so clap your hands to the sound of everyone first born dying now. watch the rivers flow with blood death with stand were life once stood
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