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Jun 2019
We are puppets in this show,
And nobody knows what lies below,
But everyone assumes they know what's above,
There lies the God of creation and love.
But how can I be sure he hasn't fell?
Well only continuing this miserable existence called time will tell
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   Bogdan Dragos
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