( my own )




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War

The streets are erupting

•

Oh little one

•

don't be afraid

::

But

Death draws near

everybody

On the run


Leavin you

So very

On your own

•••

look !

A Woman !

( ain't seen one in a 1000 years )

Moving

With purest dignity

"""

Thru the ******* of the lie

••

Look into her eyes

Maybe you will see

Gentle reflections of your own

//

The libraries are on fire

Wisdom is seen

As a dangerous commodity

••

Ignorant slutty babes

These are all       The rage !

)(

Song of Songs

( my own )

I just love it when you sing