You're trying to take me out,
But quess what I'm still standing.
You might as well quit now.
You know I am unfailing.
You have nothing left.
From where does your help come from?
Your butt?
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ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY!!!!!!!!! She spread deceit and lies around, and even though she's gone, they still believe. I don't even care that I ruined the end of the poem. She crawled out of someone's butt.
