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it was said of me . . . across the eternal city god made me to be : the one who trysts eternity perhaps if this was, the end of the age, and we were the       last             ones . left . here . on       our             own if i was abandoned for what i believed, so dearly would you still love me? would you adore my writhing gibe ? just as alchemists alloy azyme compounding salvation to baptize remplissage of cold Versailles if they debunked everything i pride ? could you honestly pull the hatchet loose and sacrifice, for me, i am a - m - b - r - o - s - i - a on the god's platter why don't you come to? free me loosening free me for free ? (yes, it's hard, but am i worth your fear ? ) understand       for me            please                  so                     simply nothing can help me it's your choice now how will you choose? >>>>>>>>>>>> take the road which fits your palm and in it lies the cusp of dawn to where we stagnate after all liberation is our realm
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
patmos
it was said of me . . . across the eternal city god made me to be : the one who trysts eternity perhaps if this was, the end of the age, and we were the       last             ones . left . here . on       our             own if i was abandoned for what i believed, so dearly would you still love me? would you adore my writhing gibe ? just as alchemists alloy azyme compounding salvation to baptize remplissage of cold Versailles if they debunked everything i pride ? could you honestly pull the hatchet loose and sacrifice, for me, i am a - m - b - r - o - s - i - a on the god's platter why don't you come to? free me loosening free me for free ? (yes, it's hard, but am i worth your fear ? ) understand       for me            please                  so                     simply nothing can help me it's your choice now how will you choose? >>>>>>>>>>>> take the road which fits your palm and in it lies the cusp of dawn to where we stagnate after all liberation is our realm
the apocalypse never took this direction . . . it was too geared for non-foreigners
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
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