I will kill you (Disobedience)

I am a black star on the top left corner, standing proud. I am the sub-huma. And in accordance with the rules of fascism: I stand tres tall et I will kill you all. A bloody criminal vindictive criminant sad act of desesperate politics without reason or gage. 1 dead. Army, Victorious we are, the Sin-Terras. Everywheeeereee and angrily clawing at your favourite nest and climbing on your shoulders, I eraise the genre humain. It is the final combat it is the bienseance and I will kill you all. Fama. Gloria. Avec Acceptance I act with obedience...I act one alone. You gather around, pale stars and the other ludicrous communards exult at my demand as you do, beggars! The police, victorious, arrests all rebels and dissidents...May you fight and may the many crowd judge. I am sole creator of the whole wide world. Or, may we obtain the guides Horacula and down a frontier without the male in town. I am the bag stabba. Huna minus two. The minhana perucca se coiffa de la chambre a six doux. Act? Alone...If alone or fearful move to the sidewalk. Artistic duplex becomes amicable and sang both Halleluia and Hola Kafka, in a wild, wild embrace we bless. Thereby acting in pair, they were 'las....The killing of the jew was not sufficient to you ministers and guided stars. It was there typing in the middle and his creed was another star.. A black one stands herein. A blue small kitchener bought sassy kitsch neat expensive towel in the middle. The radio seriously denounces friends od dying autocracy as we are entering the city of Halma. 58.6 FM hf zone m . xrzzx rasw....Saxophone serenade and bland rave show the true colours on my flag. I, Fula-Huna, expect an excuse! Where were you in my land? I white star in the center, the rest of the room may we blur. Song 2 is out of the airwaves. I, Chamemella de Cuimbra excells at nothing! Lords, Karl Hegstendaat one man in the river. On the chore the two sinisters lovers denounce another dead dictator.k. The charm of the red land, the tested nationals, the sad grass back in the saddle, the sand, the barn. You are victim of a spoof! This relationship will never work. Basta Ba. Superb Essau, On the Troyes. Park. To the red river, Herpert, the blue corporal and his wife sing aloud. Love. She is bare! ! She has serious period pains, we are now intricatedly linked....Biggies, VexiLad...the radio numbs my brain. Pin love me tender, sister ,corner???? I am Aleph coz' Jacquouille avait en vraiment...gag a rebours, check sis pix in new isuing, BP.ks and tl!!!...mask.The naked beattcssh! she comes to the skeler red hard and ersected and casrtertated flpxijccpuno vois autre futl ok?....okadug! Disobey to all subliminal commands, I ! be one-now .