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Goatpenis
Night turns to void as I rise from my trench Dark blood and red was the sky were I laid I laugh when it shower from my trembling hands No one to save your fallen, fallen torso and Jeovah's book Is falling forever Because they've already got slayed The more the better I feel My only aim is to hear many murmurs from those tortured by my steel My only pleasure is Is to listen now to the motor of my deadly tank