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She Hair Skin Talk Smell Walk Hands The makeup of your space is perfect Rightly assigned a quiet gender Making right the wrongs that seem To poison your mind This is not your burden You clip your own wings Is it heavy upstairs In the wonder of all thought With these two Eyes With these two Hands I was so quickly connected It has been forever since then Since words last past between us Did you feel that? The movement                            What is this tendril of consciousnesses?                             The pinprick of light in a sea of black                              So suddenly passed into this strange moment of (life) Soon Will  it pass And Will I lie with you beneath the soil {the brightest of flowers will grow from the pit of my guts} Life unto life it seems From this side I find it hard to tell Yet fools say they know! They call it faith! A thing so pure Is filthy and stained So we give you a name First and last Tell you of history Sit in this class Grow up thinking Something is missing So we fill it up With drinking and kissing NO That is wrong I KNOW WHATS RIGHT! FOLLOW ME I KNOW WHERE YOU'LL GO WHEN YOU DIE TO A GRAND PLACE WITH TREES AND SUNS or if you don't believe me you will burn in ******* hell
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Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
If you are smart enough you can rule the world forever
She Hair Skin Talk Smell Walk Hands The makeup of your space is perfect Rightly assigned a quiet gender Making right the wrongs that seem To poison your mind This is not your burden You clip your own wings Is it heavy upstairs In the wonder of all thought With these two Eyes With these two Hands I was so quickly connected It has been forever since then Since words last past between us Did you feel that? The movement                            What is this tendril of consciousnesses?                             The pinprick of light in a sea of black                              So suddenly passed into this strange moment of (life) Soon Will  it pass And Will I lie with you beneath the soil {the brightest of flowers will grow from the pit of my guts} Life unto life it seems From this side I find it hard to tell Yet fools say they know! They call it faith! A thing so pure Is filthy and stained So we give you a name First and last Tell you of history Sit in this class Grow up thinking Something is missing So we fill it up With drinking and kissing NO That is wrong I KNOW WHATS RIGHT! FOLLOW ME I KNOW WHERE YOU'LL GO WHEN YOU DIE TO A GRAND PLACE WITH TREES AND SUNS or if you don't believe me you will burn in ******* hell
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Equatorial Guinean
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
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