False Accusers
Audits on a guy who always paid more than I owed, on purpose, to get a refund. On Purpose.
Banks that disappear with all you had in the world, overnight and never resurface.
How none of our Constitutional Guarantees have ever been afforded me.
Slander
Short for fucking Snares.
The Well being and Lives of Family and friends, met the most horrific circumstances, that nightmares ain't the word.
They're so fucking evil they know you know what they've done in the past and mock us on the current.
Wicked, wicked shit they've thrown upon my countenance.
I've been leveled so many fucking times the moon desires more craters, to get it's title back.
Fuck, $6,000 fucking dollars, from fucking where?
Fucking bastards
Now you too know, what fucking Tyranny looks like!

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