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Hundred Reasons Destroy

What would you do if you knew The template was wrong? Correct it Contemplate spreading disruption And hide signs of probable cause Will you destroy,

away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears William Zanzinger, who at twenty four years Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres With rich

that ancient place Already the last priest is dead, no one alive It is the secret of the old temple Where no one stepped in for the hundred of years

away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years Owns a tobacco farm, six hundred acres With rich wealthy

still grinning. This ending, verdict still pending, born pretending, Three-hundred billion men, women, and children. Deja vu, could be I'm dreaming, But we all ask for divine reason

ahhh there's a howard jo 's! ... wanna eat some clams? ... The first noteworhty piece of real estate they destroyed was edwards air force base. and to

what could possibly befall destroy creation that's in itself you always spoke for me before but i choose to confront it this time myself and i keep it

who commands the council of the ancients. If measured in human years his age would be nine twenty four(924). He has ruled here, eight hundred years.

from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears. William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres With rich wealthy