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If we do not recall our history, it is destine to repeat itself...even the most heinous of acts.
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Piggy Palace:
Robert Pickton had a farm,
A simple mind that could do harm.
He trolled and traipsed out on skid row,
Seeking-out ladies that no one would know.
A quiet loner, nothing to suspect,
A 14-acre, junkie sect.
Countless raves, drugs to ingest,
Now you're gonna stay there for the pigs to digest.
Hastings and Main,
To wasted in pain,
Heading to that piggy palace again.
Vancouver's, downtown lonely east-side,
Turned out to be better than going for that ride.
He wanted to snuff an even fifty,
A nice round number sure sounded nifty.
Until a friend with one big mouth,
Turned police on Robert, then things went south.
An undercover got Pickton to chat,
Some of this, and some of that.
Now jailed for life, never to be missed,
Still the question still lingers, is pork your favourite dish?
Hastings and Main,
To wasted in pain,
Heading to that piggy palace again.
Vancouver's, downtown lonely east-side,
Turned out to be better than going for that ride.
Go for that ride,
Too many have died,
I wish that fucker could fry.
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