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If I kill, then I guess I’m just a murderer. Assassin, killer, bounty collector, whatever you prefer. Don’t jump into conclusions and think about what you infer. You can predict what will happen but not what presently occurs. Mind is literate, but speech is verbal slurs. Only climb into the chorus and forget the verse. I’m the cell and this is diffusion, so disperse! All kinds of colors, call it diverse. Apologizing for the mistakes; reimburse. You’re women coin me daily; she always opens her “purse”. You’ll find me in the darkness, where the demons lurk. I’m westernized all the time, call me Kemal Atataturk. I can apply 3000 joules without doing any work. Throw you into the sky like a football; Nerf. You have only two choices, ether swim or surf. I advise you die now before the consequences get any worse. Something more horrid than sleeping in a coffin—in a hearse. Moving that sacred stone and living for all eternity with a curse. I would say, you better check in with your school nurse. However, no Tylenol can save you when you can’t heal whatever hurts. Chlorine and Clorox on everything, but there’s still a stain on my shirt. They called it a “Spitting Cobra”, but in reality, it only squirts…
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