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| blue heart spruce and dog of peace. |
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| i fear the status quo, they are the ones who war. |
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| this ain't war, this is just bullying cheating stealing raping lying torturing and murder. war is like a story, even post-modern or post-post or post irony, it's got some kinda shape and if not a clear beginning at least a token end. this has no story, except the propaganda, which isn't very satisfying if you crave art in your literature. lies just aren't very rewarding except for the profiteers. it's tradition. come on, let's just watch the game, ain't got shit to do with us anyways. clink, happy new year. |
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| we are a war loving nation, though war could mean anything involving an all encompassing arsenal of death, we've been at war since we landed, we came to party, we came to conquer, and we couldn't stop even if we wanted to. it's like the fascists or the nazi's we can't stop, something got to stop our ass, and who might that be, ha, ain't no body gone stop us, we gone fuck thin thing till there ain't a thing to fuck. |
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| try to stop us, we will fucking annihilate you. we are the war lovers. |
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