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May 2015
If all we do,
Is listen to
Our feelings...
We spend
Our lives
Pretending.
Because,
Feelings lie.
TRUST THEM!?
not I.
Well, not anymore,
It's ending.
It's gone, and I won't miss it none because He's allready done.
Slike the Son done took the sun and DUNKED THAT SHIIT
Into a froz(u)n lake frozen bed to surface.
I pray man, an' I know some have heard this I feel but I must trust Love thrume new me 'cause...
                                  Love,
               ­                     ISREAL
No more.  I have to trust truth, not just my feelings! I am the captain of this vessel.

(This was originally much shorter...)
2nd wind hit second wave, come from the land of the free home of the slave brave men died so millions can lie inside a cave of wonders filled with "treasure"  but never does it fill the hole in our souls who is in control?
IsReaL E Summers
Written by
IsReaL E Summers  Middle Earth, OH
(Middle Earth, OH)   
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   Andrew Tinkham
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