No More Blood for Oil!
A man’s blood stains tides Grotesque and twisted A bloated, floating corpse bobbing in an apathetic sea His hands drift uselessly They held a baby once His chapped lips […]
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A man’s blood stains tides Grotesque and twisted A bloated, floating corpse bobbing in an apathetic sea His hands drift uselessly They held a baby once His chapped lips […]
» Read moreThe last dim-witted US president called Bush believed that oil was an animal from Kush He sent the entire US army to find it The generals explained how they crept […]
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