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Jan 2015
They pulled out his eyes, because he had seen
too much.

They blew out his brains, he must have
known too much.

Blind and braindead was their thought
now it was reality.

And they cut off his tongue
for he had said too much.
When you think, not know, you act as if
the difference fades, the first will go, let that sink.
touched by the greatest weapon
broken
pens
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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