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"Unknown #11"

crooks and ******

Draw the sky red,

Turn to crispy fred,

Say your not real I am instead,

Of the loses and the pain,

If you lose you'll win again,

Ripping flesh,

Can't deal with the strain,

And while I'm drained , hope that you'll maintain,

To be the main leader,

Of this sick and twisted mind game,

That we play constantly everyday,

Thanking for good food we receive,

Praying everyday to gain consciousness,

And while we think that will be answered,

We just sit and wait,

Only to know our lord will never hope to save,

I'm not a rebel against my lord and savior,

I'm just inspiring young kids with the talents that he gave.

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Written by
arcassin-burnham
28 / M
Published
Aug 30, 2015
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19·117
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