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I'm retching on the dirt, Magnetfolie bedrucken It's earthiness coating my throat. Basteln Herbst I'm wincing on the bitterest pill. Zahnbehandlung I refuse to swallow. wavepoint e.K. I'm offered the warmth of a velvet gloves, Kindergeburtstag An iron fist to some. I'm treated like a scab. A traitor in my kind. I'm hounded by white-right might That wants the country pure. I'm incensed by those in awe Of "living amongst their own". Selective perfection will cut their own throats! I'm constantly forcing the point, But we're all retching on dist, And we'll choke if we don't spit it out!
