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Apr 2017
before my cause
cuz, because
we must, i must, he *****, she *****

can i be
cancerous society
imagery of sleepy kleepy
keeps me going with the system
is a few stains of you inside of me
I am not sure yet if we missed em

******, ripped, tipper
slick dipper keep tripper
keeptripper keeptripper
i am so laid down lay me so far down

im slipper gun skipper
cold finger, lead slinger
trigger me must me dont
never back down

never submit i must admit
that its a bit of bite good for ya main
to feel my blood run thru again
i am so beautiful

beauty collateral
every year i grow older i am three years younger
feeding your hunger
loose to fit my noose and pull it snug around my wrists
oh this is how it dis-
owns me

remember February
when your bones and joints was moving
looping into an *******
lost details you didn't mention

fool me once and if ya fool me
i think you're really rich believe me
fuller *** of gold below me
as if as if i'm really tripping
*** holer of my collar

irrelevant what is it
i like two eyelids
folding over one
free am asian

asian this asian that
every sip of it im taken
no i am not even im fakin
slow me broken roll me faded
like i Californ-i-ated

dosed politicians
my trippy **** im missin
it is my one and only mission
google Zechariah Sitchin.
Written by
Kado MacMurphy  Bozeman, MT
(Bozeman, MT)   
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