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on 01-11-2002 22:30
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By Tavis Adibudeen
You are the cube of contempt
So go away
You are the prism of perdition
So go away
You are the gateway to chastisement
So go away
You are the birth mother of vices
So go away
You are the owner of misfortune
the companion of despair
the bringer of bad news
the handtool of the evil one
the manifestation of idleness
the antithesis of substance
So, GO AWAY!
What? You wont go away?
Then, today, Mr. Television, Ill simply turn you off.
Last update : 01-11-2002 22:30
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