Na linha na cruz do lunch I minhas forquilha e colher a ward fora do complicity -- a vida requisitada nossos lderes ofereceram-nos. Fino como uma faca, nossa possibilidade viver depende de tal sinal quando outra falar e o pentagon da lua est saltando comandos exatos: "esquecer-se de sua f; estar pronto para o que quer que faz exame vitria: ns enfrentamos o annihilation a menos que todos os cidados comearem na linha."
Eu curvei e cruzo minhas forquilha e colher: em algum lugar outros cidados curvaram-se mais temvel em um lugar terrorized por seu tipo do estado oppressive. Nossos sinais ambos meio, "voc excesso dos refns l nunca slaughtered por meu ato." Nossa cruz dos votos: para mat-la e chamar nunca fate.
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