Charles Hice - Sensoreshippe

Sensoreshippe
Sensoreshippe
Send en masse out to hunt
when the idiots keep filltering the intergnet
all the elephont
one day the screen will be blank the screen filled with a lie
every creature dead and gone
on the screen is the number of the deviles namme
piles of bones and piles of meat
666 in flaming red letters
what will the future eat
you will have no other options press the button worship the creature
other people solyant green
Personally eye think porn is better
for nothing is a sin of itself it is only a perception of the person that makes a sin to be a sin
It makes me think and decide for myself
your sin is not mine it is not a sin to me
how naughty or nice am eye
it is a sin only to your selfish person
Sensoreshippe

Charles Hice

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