2 pedofile priests were in hell up to their knees in manure , The priest said this aint to bad , The devil said ok back on your heads, Well its just money Tony , when your dead your homeless. RIP in peace , well you don't feel any of them things . Your dead. Dust in the wind comes to mind. I never liked that song

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We’re all built from the same dust and dreams,
Different roads, but the same means.