bones without an option to leave
no time or chance to grieve
did you think I cared or worried
did you think I panicked or scurried
The final choice you made was death
In the left you fall, out of breath
the story of libtards
bones without an option to leave
no time or chance to grieve
did you think I cared or worried
did you think I panicked or scurried
The final choice you made was death
In the left you fall, out of breath
*the story of libtards*
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