Brandon Butler - Holocaust

Kill, split, hit in the back of the head
One shot till dead,
For who and only who
Being only but you.
Doing as you do.
By swift degenerate folk,
Who’s only belief is what thieve spoke.
Kill Jews as is,
Never to ask what this is,
Lied to get high,
With the power of the sky’s
So many die from his rise
Over time many have died

Brandon Butler

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