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Dec 2012
Hello hollow world, won't you sink my ship tonight? I seen your stares but took the steps. I'm half way there, cloud nine is next. Now on the edge I talk to god who tells me, I AM "the son of a man, who was." again and again, until it reached her domain, at which this time she said "I AM, in love with the world but not the children of the land, for them time must change but as for you my sun take the stairs and help those on the way, so one day I will return to love them once again". The mother earth had ******* but we pulled out and all that remains is a stain. so now time has come to clean the sheets. as I play beats on angel skin drums.the flesh of man could not withstandΒ Β a rhythm such as this.
christian chickachop
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christian chickachop  cherry hill, New Jersey
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