| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail
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| Mournful drone of babbling fail
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| Thunderous gnashing firestorm
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| Flames illuminate his form
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| Gor-Gor comes and you must die
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| Swats F-16s from the sky
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| Admit you crave the gift he brings you
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| Fall and worship tyrant king, you
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Sow pestilential hate
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| It shall obliterate
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| The shadows of your long-dead brothers
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| And all the mutilated others
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| Who died in waves, uniform
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| To appease your bloody hulking form
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| Which broke through layers of molten strata
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| To make the planet Earth errata
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| Take the child in champing jaws
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| A pulping pile of frothing flaws
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| This horrid mass shall give us pause
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| At putrid rot fills gaping maws
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| Gor-Gor, big!
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| Gor-Gor, big!
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| Hahahahahahaha…
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| Skulls are smashed
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| And bones are bending
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| Joints are popping, claws are rending
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| Groveling, sniveling, driveling horde
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| To worship scaly overlord
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| Gor-Gor, big!
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| Gor-Gor, big!
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| Gor-Gor, big!
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| Gor-Gor, big!
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| Apocalypse becomes creation
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| Gor-Gor shall erase the nation
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| Before you jump into his gizzard
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| Fall and worship tyrant lizard
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| Gor-Gor comes and you must die
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| He swats the stealth down from the sky
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| Admit you crave the death he brings you
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| Fall and worship tyrant king, you
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| And now
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| My son
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| My bastard son
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| It’s time we embraced!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor!
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| Gor-Gor! |