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May 2019
and they say
so your a friend
of the dark
they pity me
but the "holy" bark:
"you don't know the angels, hark!"

but i don't want to know the angels, man
they're like a dogs at your ankles, and
when i did i was in shackles, can
you see the holy one, man

so,
if you seek the holy one, man
just look inside of "man."
Written by
Angela D Whitmire  17/Agender/illinois
(17/Agender/illinois)   
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