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Mar 2017
Images and voices accompanied with  a certain feeling.

I've never seen a face or saw the being.

But He moves in shades of pine and images of cut wood.

Glitter in the air and whispers in my ear.

Am I insane i ask myself?
Is this God I wonder?

Is there some sick twisted joke under all of this...

Am I being played for the fool?
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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