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Propagandhi Head Chest Or Foot

. One bullet. one trigger. Guess who gets to pull it? One leader. One thousand slaves. For every throne there's one thousand graves. (give or take a grave

your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls. They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls. 'Til your freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create. Or