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Jul 2019
They speak of a mutant that can control the trees
Hhmm sounds like fema
They speak of a Man that can jump from one city to the next in a second ...
Hhhmm sounds like iPhone 7 to me
They speak of hell is hot
But the meant that the sun is heaven
I’m not saying there lying I’m saying in my generation there twisting the truth
Like DNA STRANDS ....
DNA strands ..mortal men fooling mortal men
Calling it a cure or the next big thing when there killing a whole generation to create billions clones to create a utopia that won’t even have souls in the end.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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