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Opiate For Your Masses

Bow before his majesty Give your soul and innocence to his divinity Make your offering, practice your sacrifice Hope for infinity You were lied to, The warmth is ice. Trade your time for a place To an entity without a face, Remember... Never throw your freedom to their greed and disgrace. Fuck yourself, fuck your neighbor Don't give a fuck about your loves and labor. Kept in your heart, the hate you harbor Will never get you farther, Than the shoes of our fathers Release your demons Roll back your eyes Crack slow a stoic smile You will never fit in those shoes, For they span for miles. Remember, God has no soul or soles, He's just lying in the bathroom, crying, half conscious on the tile...
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kevin-eli
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Written by
kevin-eli
American
Published
Aug 10, 2012
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28·127
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#god#father#demons#soul#opiate
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