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For pooring you guys!


Are you playing?
Are you having your fun!
Lives all good!

Have a nice flight!

Cheers!
In the world likes a *******...

So the grounds full of worms were created
For the pieces of **** we all make.
When there's love to find and keep,
Keep it!
And when you know that you have to do something,
Do it.
If it brings Hell on earth the purpose must be greater than you think...

Only if love, but love got Hurt!
Too Hurt to care too much for your ship and sheepish friends...
"What about Gold?" She asked.
Let's help a world...
How to help when you are down
And what you call Angels are dead people who weren't around...
Dead people who weren't around but for your failures,
Your failures to start meaning something for that world you loved...
As there was love... And love got hurt
And forgot about how good it feels but remembered
The human needs
And the beauty that came out of those heavenly dos and dons and deeds.

What are you made of?
We're nothing but things made... Of something that can fly away
One day, deserting
This cursed flesh.
*give the crazy an occupation for their purposeful existence.
I missed it more than you know,
This is for you: may all your justice be
Done, uhn-uhn undone,
I hate being misplaced
Trying to have fun
With this
That tells
Of a rotten thing I must have ate...
*If I am useless and the use is to be that which I didn't choose then Hell on earth!
I don't know what one has to do to be perfect. And perfect for what?
That is the question! Some wish ill some wish good and one has to know what is what and who is who...
Some do and some others do and we do do
Birdie Jobs
Take care not to be caught by a train re-moving bones from flesh and other crap I am capable of.

And I've seen the garbage of a world that made it!

Some get beaten for being willing to learn and lead a good life in this kind of treason and some believe in other means.
But I am not right when I say that it is unfair what some...
You told me that I should be forgiving,
That I should never seek for revenge,
That I should forget,
Just like an animal...
I rebelled!
Just like an animal I felt
Trapped and fooled;
Don't tell me you don't,
Don't tell me you don't know,
What have I become?
Oh, I don't know.
Still looking for a way to improve the impossible...
And possible everything is, impossible to forget.
We're fighting for a place in your hearts.
What can one expect a virus?
Not to make you laugh?
Not to make you cry?
Hah!
We're viruses.
We're fighting for a place in your beloved hearts.
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