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Apr 2016
May the bridges I burn light my way.
They feel I've been lead astray by the plastic society,They portray with their monetary gain on display.
ItΒ needs to crumble today.
You have your duvet to bring you comfort.
You say I will not fall today, then point your fingers, and place your blame.
Don't blame me, when you burn in a fiery hell here on earth.
Burn the bridge with US on it.
Bring about this rebirth
Leal Knowone
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Leal Knowone  Nazareth Hell
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