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This man and his army are praying in their fortresses making guns of steeples
Insurgence of people the messiahs messiah's an immigrant detained at the border
Severed from his trinity, his wife, and his daughter
America the beautiful, nappy headed hoedown
Lynchburg throwdown
It seems are our favorite past-time has become are our most feared future
Technology has failed us. Gunshots by computer