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In The Game Of Their Feministic Sham(e)
On The Lips Of Miss Apocalypse
Where Angels Are Bartered For Bread
A Shredder Worth a Billion Dimes
Wherever Dropped That Wretched Bomb … !
In The Blood Monsoon Of The Midnight Moon
When I Heard His Last Roar In The Wood
… For I Don’t Know How Far Can I Go …
A Nuclear Doctrine Purer Than Sin
In Your Fall, Finds World, Its Redemption
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