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Who could be content with this wretched world religions bribe death; bovine silence tears at my beating red heart without passions arc there would only be rational thought and grizzled earth arctic cold poetry beats the gravity of this rock deepens the mouth of inspiration worming through the machinery of desperation like Jesus floats eloquence it's revenge a helpless idol
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
*Helpless Idol
Who could be content with this wretched world religions bribe death; bovine silence tears at my beating red heart without passions arc there would only be rational thought and grizzled earth arctic cold poetry beats the gravity of this rock deepens the mouth of inspiration worming through the machinery of desperation like Jesus floats eloquence it's revenge a helpless idol
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
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