i dedicate this to the deep state. this is a story about three little piggies three little piggies who never went to market especially on a friday afternoon when they stayed at home and let other people bring home the bacon and they still do but the rations get thinner and thinner and life's knives get sharper and sharper this milkcow has given its last pound of flesh their coffers, once full, will be emptiness a curse for a night time; a curse for a lifetime three months have gone, and six months are due-time threatening squeals; "it's shut up and pay time!" for these little piggies, wither and decay time happy greet, happy meet, but better happy-due-goodbye-time the three months have gone, it's six months to pay time as we have seen, the guilty have no pride but their lies do lead to their own suicide this milkcow has given its last pound of flesh young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness now you have seen, i can't help but grin my angels are coming from deep within now you have heard, i can't help but grin my demons are coming from deep within this milkcow has given its last pound of flesh their coffers, once full, will be emptiness this milkcow has given its last pound of flesh young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness this milkcow has given its last pound of flesh their coffers, once full, will be emptiness this milkcow has given its last pound of flesh young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness die, piggie, die bye-bye
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