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Apr 2016
Any Patriots welcome interrogation manipulation coerce this patient showing errors of my ways challenging thinking need a reboot? Write it backwards a queen asleep in the storm of God's prayers a list to the mother crucified to their delight.

I fight.

Parental ****
Advisory vague
Plague

Use my vision see only derision personal shadow devalued
Worlds shadow that binds to grey vanity in the words they pray
Hard headed we're right moving again feeding that bread
That heaven sent
Fire earth we start again
Fear no man I heard one say
Sufficient
Know yourself
Question on a soul level stand for no shovels
Doctors who probe and answer my yes' nos' emptiness grows on this plane we call home. JOB.

The living breathe every day in my stride I speak I pray the word my home not the bombs they throw. My body my own not the pills they grow. This patient knows and this jezebel crows that she follows the word I heard

no, it's deep in the soul

Hers dark and sold, forgiveness on the day the droning drops
                                               drops
Away

In my mind the play speak on your strength let your regret pass away let the beast decay that you made

In my loneliness
Weeping
Crying to the beating
All around the
World feeling
The home we're receiving.
Jillian Jesser
Written by
Jillian Jesser  Riverside, CA
(Riverside, CA)   
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