Syndicate Bakers

It's soo fucking over

Crawl through the posts that eat your flesh

Drowned by these actors that know you best

Step inside they've been waiting here for you

On your knees where you shall crawl

Bakers'o high he'll never fall

Step inside he's been waiting here for you

Bow down obey your baker

He never gives he's always the taker

The electric texts that fuel the fire

I'm just a suicide anon now

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Throw down annoy your baker

He never gives he's always the taker

The electric texts that fuel the fire

I'm just a suicide anon now

Read through the boards that know your name

All that's pure is now insane

Step inside they've been waiting here for you

Another trip another lie

Shades of doom you're reeling mind

Step inside he's been waiting here for you

Bow down obey your baker

He never gives he's always the taker

The electric texts that fuel the fire

I'm just a suicide anon now

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Throw down annoy your baker

He never gives he's always the taker

The electric texts that fuel the fire

I'm just a suicide anon now

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Show down destroy your baker

He never gives he's always the taker

Lock down ignore your baker

He never gives he's always the taker

The electric texts that fuel the fire

>>9159921

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man,

As modest stillness and humility;

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate the action of the tiger:

Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,

Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage:

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

Let it pry through the portage of the head,

Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it

As fearfully as doth a galled rock

O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,

Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide;

Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit

To his full height. On, on, you noblest English,

Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!

Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,

Have in these parts from morn till even fought,

And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.

Dishonour not your mothers: now attest,

That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.

Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,

Whose limbs were made in England, show us here

The mettle of your pasture: let us swear

That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;

For there is none of you so mean and base,

That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:

Follow your spirit; and upon this charge,

Cry 'God for Harry! England! and Saint George!'

AWAKENING

>>9160071

>Q who we shooting down besides the DS?

None. Shoot fucking straight,

>>9160113

>>9160129

>>9160165

>Why the fuck would baker put a link to the Moscow project, a lib fantasy about what happened that has zero sauce, in the fucking notables?

Syndicate Bakers are fucking SHIT! Fuck them