Free balloons for everyone or reneehatesyou. On April 30, 2011. Rotten before the rum was drunk. We were dead before the ship had sunk. The scurvy spread and the sea was vast. You were caught before our sail was cast. We stole your casks and married the sea. Not searching for no sacred gold. Our souls already were bought and sold. On April 30, 2011. I strip my words of my name. And I send them away. Away from my sins,.

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