How the fuck can I be happy?
My people getting killed like getting drilled isn't crappy.
I feel savy.
My goal is to change the whole world.
Mix colors together, education of a whole twirl.
Curve the herds.
Revive some lies.
Spread the waves all day.
Greater mind state.
Move dirt on earth.
Be blessed and splurge.

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