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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard to die for his.

My software never has bugs,it merely develops random featurs.

Kill the mutant

Burn the heretic

Purge the unclean

...they were crying when their's sons left, God is wearing black...

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

"I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town,
Dirty old town..."
- The Pogues

Long live Ireland!

There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow, those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence. Equality is a perversion of the natural order!

...they were crying when their's sons left, God is wearing black...

"I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town,
Dirty old town..."
- The Pogues

Long live Ireland!

Kill the mutant

Burn the heretic

Purge the unclean

"Foolish young Jedi! What kind of madman are you, who dares to violate my final resting place! Your fascination with the Dark-Side things will lead you into grave trouble."

...they were crying when their's sons left, God is wearing black...

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.