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Illicit solariums of my nativity |
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A lachrymal tale of how |
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I came to be |
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Starting when aromatic genus of the |
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Marijuana were spliced with the genes of mice and soon failed, but continued to splice until finally succeeding in bio-cultivating deeds |
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Creating new life forms origin of man and seed |
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But not like you, the mice knew everything intellectually, |
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Specifically they had hate for human beings for years of experiments and infecting them with disease... |
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Hybrids Dagga, a plant of peace and love |
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I'm torn between who |
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I am When you create internally, all you need is love it becomes an emotional body inner animus |
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But when you create externally, you don't need no love |
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All you need is the calculating mind |
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Thus producing a being with only a left brain with no compassion or sense... |
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Hybrid An army grown of weed and mice to replace man |
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Able to withstand famine and disease |
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Compulsive habits of environment destroyed |
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Unable to reproduce without scientology |
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Soon the world will be run by artificial intelligence |
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Designed to control population growth |
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Humans slowly become obsolete |
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When cloning life is similar to that of the greys |
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Instead of test tubes and cattle mutilations |
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But through horticulture of spliced |
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DNA derived from |
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Marijuana and mice |
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Our world will be controlled by the rich, slaves, and pollution withstanding... |
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Hybrids. |
