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jesus ******* christ. the days were numbered and i forgot to start a tally of lines carved into the cement walls. these walls are the only thing keeping me sane, my sanity isn’t what it use to be but thank god i’m not surrounded by people infected with ignorance. rampant, raving, and rioting because they’ve all lost their ******* minds and ******* lives people are dying, dropping dead like flies. and we start to realize, wake up and smell the artificial roses planted in front of the white house. a white house burned a white house on fire a white house and it’s lawn turned to ash. there’s nothing left but the smoke that rises straight to the sky. and it’s okay, the family inside took their time, made sure the door was shut and locked as they left, never left their lamp on inside so someone came in, said the skeleton of a home is worth rebuilding, refurnishing. matching the curtains with the drapes and the sofas with the carpet. the rug was a gift, they say. for helping and fixing and replenishing and making the home welcoming to guests. guests that never received invitations, never allowed in. guests who are not guests, guests who own that ******* house. guests who own you. rampant, raving, and rioting because they’ve all lost their ******* minds and ******* lives people are dying, dropping dead like flies. and we start to realize, wake up and smell the artificial roses planted in front of the white house. a white house burned a white house on fire a white house and it’s lawn turned to ash. there’s nothing left but the smoke that rises straight to the sky. follow the flame. follow the footsteps. find where it starts and let no one forget it. you’ve a duty to uphold, and people to protect, this was only the beginning of the very end. rampant, raving, and rioting because they’ve all lost their ******* minds and ******* lives people are dying, dropping dead like flies. and we start to realize, wake up and smell the artificial roses planted in front of the white house. a white house burned a white house on fire a white house and it’s lawn turned to ash. there’s nothing left but the smoke that rises straight to the sky. rampant, raving, and rioting because they’ve all lost their ******* minds and ******* lives people are dying, dropping dead like flies. and we start to realize, wake up and smell the artificial roses planted in front of the white house. a white house burned a white house on fire a white house and it’s lawn turned to ash. there’s nothing left but the smoke that rises straight to the sky.
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
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jesus ******* christ. the days were numbered and i forgot to start a tally of lines carved into the cement walls. these walls are the only thing keeping me sane, my sanity isn’t what it use to be but thank god i’m not surrounded by people infected with ignorance. rampant, raving, and rioting because they’ve all lost their ******* minds and ******* lives people are dying, dropping dead like flies. and we start to realize, wake up and smell the artificial roses planted in front of the white house. a white house burned a white house on fire a white house and it’s lawn turned to ash. there’s nothing left but the smoke that rises straight to the sky. and it’s okay, the family inside took their time, made sure the door was shut and locked as they left, never left their lamp on inside so someone came in, said the skeleton of a home is worth rebuilding, refurnishing. matching the curtains with the drapes and the sofas with the carpet. the rug was a gift, they say. for helping and fixing and replenishing and making the home welcoming to guests. guests that never received invitations, never allowed in. guests who are not guests, guests who own that ******* house. guests who own you. rampant, raving, and rioting because they’ve all lost their ******* minds and ******* lives people are dying, dropping dead like flies. and we start to realize, wake up and smell the artificial roses planted in front of the white house. a white house burned a white house on fire a white house and it’s lawn turned to ash. there’s nothing left but the smoke that rises straight to the sky. follow the flame. follow the footsteps. find where it starts and let no one forget it. you’ve a duty to uphold, and people to protect, this was only the beginning of the very end. rampant, raving, and rioting because they’ve all lost their ******* minds and ******* lives people are dying, dropping dead like flies. and we start to realize, wake up and smell the artificial roses planted in front of the white house. a white house burned a white house on fire a white house and it’s lawn turned to ash. there’s nothing left but the smoke that rises straight to the sky. rampant, raving, and rioting because they’ve all lost their ******* minds and ******* lives people are dying, dropping dead like flies. and we start to realize, wake up and smell the artificial roses planted in front of the white house. a white house burned a white house on fire a white house and it’s lawn turned to ash. there’s nothing left but the smoke that rises straight to the sky.
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
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