Oh lord
I can't believe I'm bored
Already with this war
As it’s stored
With a destructive chord
On the dumb keyboard
in my mental ward
Am I floored
Out-soared, out-poured and
Out-gored already
Morally corrupted
– That no one can afford –
By this fake Voldemort?
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Wat fijn dat jullie er zijn