Cremaster babba

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Mannequin Mannequin!
You're all the same!
Paul Speckmann roared so much (and LG Petrov)
I always wanted to too
Let me tell you a story,
that freezes the blood
It will be a story
About the living dead!
On a dark night, amidst a storm,
From the cemetery in Radom,
I am blood-hungry,
Legions of dead women,
Arise from their tombs,
And I march towards war,
Into the rot y elegant mohair, here I go to spread terror again!!!
Panic throughout the country!!!
But I didn't know why
Dead bodies attack only TVN reporters!
They devastate condoms,
However, in Warsaw
the invasion of the editorial office of "Gazeta Wyborcza" almost no one survived...
Too expensive medicines,
Too starvation pension< br/>The revenge of the undead will reach us all!
Death to those who spread the cursed in vitro
And also to Germans and Buddhists and Protestants together!
Let the European Union tremble forever,
Thus says the Great Necromancer of Toruń!

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