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At the top of the pile,
***, Drugs, Parties and Pampering.

At the bottom of the heap,
Disease, Prison, Debauchery and Punishment.

At the top of the Ego,
*******, Model, Heartthrob and Princess.

For having Ego like they do,
Gangster, *****, Repugnant and Scandalous.

* It is amazing to see,
how these social standards work.
For only THEY can be,
ones who receive these perks.

People of low I.Q., poor looks or appearance, mental health issues, deformity, obesity or poverty have virtually no chance in the criminal justice system all while the most criminally-natured are the psychopaths controlling the justice system. When you get to Heaven make sure to ask Jesus why God preferred things this way.
If the people have nothing in common. . .
. . .then there can be no common sense.

My pick-up truck, trailer home, ...the good book by-my-bedside,
Lost a family, lost my home, ...a terrible twist, twist of fate.
Here I can't escape, that feeling, that I want-to-die,
Found a bottle, quit my job, ...stopped responding to-my-Facebook.

LIFE WENT SIDE-WAYS, REALLY FAST, ..NO PLACE TO GO BUT DOWN!

All I had, gone with the past, a new dark road I took...
Woke up one morning on my floor with the good book on my chest.
Flipped it open, turned it around, and with him, found I'm blessed.

..........and now times stood the test.

I needed to walk, ...with the Son,
Get right back-on-track,
All I needed, was to talk with the Son...

And now they call me the Lucky One,
Now they call me the Lucky One,
They call me the Lucky One,
They call me the Lucky One,
I LOST A LOT/I NEVER WON,
And they call me the Lucky One.


Family's gone but I have the Son,

Now they call me the Lucky One,
They call me the Lucky One,
They call me the Lucky One,
I LOST A LOT/I NEVER WON,
And they call me the Lucky One.


Suddenly I figured out,
All those things I couldn't-ever figure out...

*And now they call me the Lucky One,
Now they call me the Lucky One,
They call me the Lucky One,
Call me the Lucky One,
I LOST A LOT/I NEVER WON,
And they call me the Lucky One.
Did you know that
if you pour fat on a stone
God will eat it and
chip his teeth
becoming, ...angry?

Did you know that?

Is that, ...literal?
in meaning...
did God once bite a man's flesh
consuming his shoulder;
like a pork shoulder?

Did God do that?

Maybe God just shouldered,
...the burden of...
silly men and teacher's tales?
Maybe he didn't chip his teeth at all?
Perhaps he swallowed something ridiculous?

I don't know,
Believe what you like...

From space the Peloponnese,
appear like a chewed-up shoulder.


Don't they?
...one that is noble, complete.

The goal in life is not
to right the wrongs of the past
but to quit doing wrong altogether.
"If you want to know,
what an Irishman thinks...
you best wait until,
-that Irishman drinks."

it was not women he killed,

-wanted to ****-

it was female confidence..?
Women like the thrill of aggression. They key to it. They want that level of confidence in a male when he screws her...but then when he gets to rough. To aggressive. When she realizes he doesn't actually care about having an ****** with her. What gets him off is hurting another person and that person; is you.
Ask yourself; "Is THAT my mate in life?"
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