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THE END USER PROBLEMS


They hold our economy,no one carea of there agony They have money,but people have no mercy They feed companies, wholesalers and retailers, profit is many With fake products,high price,they indirectly feel the pain Later they are going to be sick One of my own l'll pick He consumed a bad cake Expired long time to take Seller did it for boss sake Huge profit they make After postmortem test We'll have the company to hate Cause the ingredients mutate Long before it date No one will compensate On God is keeping us,for are his compassionates
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