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Feb 2019
In the west
There's a chapel
Where a god sings
Through the stained glass
And the colors dance
In front of your eyes.
You can hear the lies
Through the warm pews
And all the faint cries..
Ive been trying new ways
to summon the devil.
To bring me what I want
because god has silenced my cries
And turned a deaf ear....
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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