Let the acidity make ruins
Out of walls once strong.
And limestone can't decay
With chisel hits but it
Can be washed away in
Time, I pray, continue
Your turtle's course
Because you're winning

Anyways, I spat acid in
Vile yellow sin wrapped
Around greens because
It's all about the greed,
Can you see?

Let The Bastard stand in
Tapped cigarette ash pits
Filled with snakes and stakes
With poisoned tips.

Let the bastard be
Disowned from Home,
Because love for him
Don't live here no more.

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