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 RASPUTIN

RASPUTIN
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RASPUTIN
Grigori Efimovich Rasputin
VOLUMNS have been written of his death now here is the charlax version it's the best a poet of epic proportions guaranteed to thrill the tame and innocent eye wish sex was innocent and people would not murder all my historical figures. Yusupov noticed the Russian beard and the tunic of the monk he shuddered at the presence of this Bolshevik reject.
His arm grew rigid all the muscles locked as he turned his pistol toward the CHRISTAIN monk.
He pulled the trigger and the bullet sped to the mark the heart of my poor grigori. Purishkevich was more noble a man than Yusupov he became no legend in the land but best remembered for the shot in the courtyard that did not kill the monk. We will go back to the beginning the cakes and wine was laced with arsenic they wanted the MONK to fall down on his disgrace. Now comrade we continue story of my grigoryi a man most remembered for his attitude in death he hated it He took a bullet in his pious heart and tried to get away he tried to run they hit him with another one then they tossed him in a hole in the Neva River suburb of Russia Oh the mother of them Russians where my grigoryi has finally died apparently he drowned succumbed to two many rounds and too much liquid. This is my Rasputin.







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