The people of a harmonious society have the power to believe in the state
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For Mr N A Lawrence of that parish
You'll be left with her, mate when she's spent all the cash and her fat gash is trash your'll be the door she knocks on n 'er last words'll be, bring 'im to me 'fore my soul's in the pit n me body's worm shit bring 'im to me... she'll scream and squirm before'll ken it (demon's hold's 'ard as credit) But when it looses 'old the blast Truth will out at last
