We will be no generashuns to cum for blks r killing r-selves did u hear bros. Did you hear the killings did u hear the sounds of the killing the raping of the urgency of r soil consuming r own babies burned n the acid dri configurashuns of the cycles balancing did u hear. Did u hear.
Hear the sounds of the balancing & checking off checking off erasing r existence from the count of the cosmos while r mother moans for the loss of r funkshun & who we will never be did u hear bros. Hear. Hear.
Hear the sounds of r mother of her moaning as she moans while we allow her to lie stretching herself from Dakar to Des es Salaam & she moans and tears her flesh & gushes did u hear, hear the sounds of the gushing bros, did u hear, hear.
Did u hear the sounds of gushing oil from her members spraying the auto mated powers of a foreign god who ruts into her did u hear the sounds. Sounds bros. Sounds of the rutting did u hear.
Hear did u hear the rutting of the animal with the golden hair rutting into her urgency eating the sacrificed & futile feturses erupted n the fascinated juices of the cycles of pills which will control the number of her mouths did u hear.
Did u hear the cycles turning bros, did u hear them we will no mor…
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