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May 2017
Just us now all alone the party is in the other room. Justice now sits upon a thrown made of handcuffs and chains, barbed wire and bars make the walls and floors they are paved in gold. As guards in suits and ties watch the halls swatting at any butterflies passing by.
Justice now fair be it from I, as eye lay down, a world to waste. It's in the skies, it's in the taste, it's the reason why we'll always try. It's just not in this place...... It's just us.
christian chickachop
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christian chickachop  cherry hill, New Jersey
(cherry hill, New Jersey)   
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