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Mar 2016
Sore in the morning

My body aches

Tremmers down my spine feeling like an earth quake

Put my right foot down

My left foot strides

I get out of bed ready to take lives

But nobody's that stupid

Even pigs they keep their step

Wouldn't want me to notice that their looking at my strap

Im not playing games

I don't run with dogs

I smoke herb and drop acid when I'm stressed at y'all

Your chest is pufed

Your nothing but a speed bump

When I'm done here

No one's gonna need you chump

Ive got a place that I'm going

God on my side

I get out of bed ready to take lives

But no one is that stupid

Better keep your step

Even Lucy knows

I'm here to make things better

Best

******* test

But I'm a winner
Hand chosen to be born bussy, seems to the world that I never do anything, from my cell in taraferma I'm as big shot as the best, without the wasted time on self serving crimes against the spirit, I find it's rather easy to keep up with all the low life self acclaimed wannabe demonologists who pretend to rule this world.

If your ever wondering how all this chaos remains in balance the answer is magic, its not good or bad, people are good or bad, if you ever wonder who's winning have a cup of tea, really take a moment to enjoy something you enjoy, if there is no such thing we probobly need your help, to make this world a space for you and those like you.
Lord sovos JSWarbane DLXXXIII
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Lord sovos JSWarbane DLXXXIII  Hell
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   Aeerdna and Bianca Reyes
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