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Jan 2017
Lying in a cold room
Making **** out of the
Trash can I am sitting upon
Waiting for the right time
To strike the heaven
And **** the angels
**** 'em and slit their throats
Rip their chest
Crack those bones
Grab that heart
While everyone who believes in me
Shout at the top of their lungs
"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!"
Fire is burning, all is laughing
Hell is here, take me home
Because I know I'm better than this.
John Francis Quilao
Written by
John Francis Quilao  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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