I want love, to m’chilluns,
A m’chilluns crusade, of
Young Christian soldiers, arching, and marching, toward, war. “God is Love” marching toe to toe toward WAR! Bad stallion, rear right guard into the stanchion, believe a reprieve, a piece of peace, a young child abandoned, come on Prince Andrew, to scoop up this kid, get him cleaned up, get him Monte Christo, get him MOFO GILF some hinge of good joke.
Are Nicaraguan Contras remembered? What kind of memory is dismembered?
A cool one, cocaine high Central American jungle, a vietman syndrome quenched on an upper or cool two, a light brigade or cool three, a panama red passage or cool four, or cool five,
I ain’t cool. Coo Coo a good woman going cold bad bad bad ass the cock crow God is good grow, We don’t throw rang, as if rang give a bling blang so’ we’ swelter……
Spam of Human Affection 
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