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I can tell you the truth. It is so easy, but hard All your secrets inside Deep inside intestine. Wrinkle your ass with smile You hope damascus to see this stinking shit Is leaving your flesh. Defecate or be defecated. Wrinkle your ass to know I can tell you the truth. It is so easy, but hard All your secrets is here You can test, you can touch Are you ready for the damascus copromantia? Is your shit enough for this rite? Don't you look damascus to me so stupid. Your shit is in your hands! So put your shit on A showel, be careful. Tell me how it smell. It is smell like you, Because you are piece of shit too. Don't you forget about this. Grow dark inside Your watch -- oh yes! It is time to make it fly -- higher. The flying shit is so beatiful. It is shin in the moonless sky. You must run into the place Where your shit falls. Gaze to a flat cake Again and again What do you see? You see nothing, But shapeless shit Do you expect for more? Copromantia is proved That your body consist of shit -- don't you?
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