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Nov 2015
This chaos is cultivated in the land of *******.
Angels fear to enter there.
Mental men and fanatics.
Spawn of the devil.
Curse them all.
Blame no one, but the darkest lord, of mind control and menace.
Religion and fanaticism.
Dwelling in the darkest realms.
Satan's rising.
Let us pray for liberation upon this vile day.
I state, that I do declare religion is a curse.
Debating starting praying, but I know not to whom I should pray.
Most probably my pen.
Left in a quandary.
Where to go from here.
Tears are pouring, they're burning my cheeks,my heart is strong but my soul it be weak.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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