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mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa hear the song of the innocent hung upon the cross for the crime he has not commit forced to plead guilty by the precepts of society whilst the crooked stood at the base shedding crocodile tears eyes holding silent leers feigning innocence instigating chaos taking into their advantage dividedness, our ignorance. here, the song of the innocent nears its end with his last, a doleful verse "It is done"
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
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mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa hear the song of the innocent hung upon the cross for the crime he has not commit forced to plead guilty by the precepts of society whilst the crooked stood at the base shedding crocodile tears eyes holding silent leers feigning innocence instigating chaos taking into their advantage dividedness, our ignorance. here, the song of the innocent nears its end with his last, a doleful verse "It is done"
not necessarily catholic but true enough I draw much of the inspiration from it.
#society#today
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
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