Kool-Aid Feed Bag
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Kool-Aid Feed Bag
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An ocean of rum tosses your pickled gut onto Christ's
Sword smoke bellows from the mouths of your poisoned
Followers their corpses explode into heaps of rotted
Fruit critical mass-suicide into the fucking light
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