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The household never did listen, follow the rules, always he never knew how to rid himself of seedless prays effort but useless days in meaningless lives. And his gods were almighty allthough they never gave him the sight he desperately needed. He hoped his prayers finally were seeded.

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Written by

Daan

Belgian

Published: Feb 10, 2015
LinesWords: 1048

Notes: I don't know who's predictable
and who's the puppet.
I guess it's up to those who fail to believe
to live a life, certain but full of grief.

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