Sunday, July 12, 2009

Please, remember the price paid just for you to exist today

Those that rule behind the curtain of those that paid aren't worthy of retrospect. That's why they hid where they are. Ball-less bastards. Let me kick their mother fucking asses when we rise up from this psycho sand united. I, will open the doors to the treasures oui, bought and paid fore! The doors they sent your' children, my family through founding generations abused, to die to protect but were never intended to be open for the purveyors of the freedom movement to possess. How corrupt you ask. Contemplate this! When this has meaning, you should rise and seize! By any means necessary. When I hear George I hear my father, his brethren, our fore, intent and to be emasculated, from our right of passage. Is the travesty of the subtext intent of our bond to the quest of freedom through one to another.
This I swear to the U.N./NATO ass kissing betrayers of hour national right like Mullen. I'll be in your dreams mother fuckers, you'll see, soon! And, in your death I will personally drag you and awe the willing deceiver cronies you've em-bedded your lying and dishonorable ass with to the depths of your considered hell. There I'll drag and beat you and company for a fucking eternity, relentlessly/eternally/forever! You think your impervious, you'll understand the might of the innocent coming back to render your ass to the levels of the evil you sold our nation and fore's out to. You fucking slime! I'm coming, my spirit will's your horror to come to pass. I smite thee from my midas eye of what is to be rendered right to those snickering in what they believed they absconded with in impunity. Awe thy tools have become thy transgression to the pure. You, are marked in the next voild bastard. I have no part in your demise in this won. Just the dreams you'll have of me, your horror, coming to get cha when you sleep and when you die! The ultimate of fuck you's. Sent with the patriotic love of the fallen! Signed, sealed and by your own hand, delivered!
Those that find your dust will piss upon it in joy and dance upon in their freedom.

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