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For Whom the Bell Tolls (or)Venom from my mouth! Go home you scum You're not wanted by anyone Go home if you don't like us You rat brained pieces of pus (May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits) You will not get your sixteen virgins We the people need no urgin' We send you a message and ring the bell May you all die in shit, and die in hell! Dedicated to the Brits and peace loving people everywhere. |
Additional Notes:
Somewhere I read that these fanatics believe they will have sex with 16 virgins if they martyr themselves.
I want to vomit!
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