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Jan 2020
Pursuing my mission while trying to extricate from arrows, it seems I am seemingly stuck in treason facing Pharaoh, the path seems it's narrow, but spread the sea and watch my folks escape, heaven's sake, it feels so fake, but it is never late, for our fate to reinflate and evil dissipates, so we take what we are given and we don't debate, take a plate that's made of stone and carve the rules infantry must follow, we fight wars till tomorrow, but our faith strikes down the sorrow, empty skies are so hollow, this Apollo sets forth the throttle, speed right up and might bobble with my leadings, but I'm proceeding, with a legacy that's feeding and intriguing, one's who are pleading, so I witness no bleeding, in this reading, see what I'm heeding, is a spiritual meeting with the greeting, coming from eating words of wisdom, decision is the wishing to fulfill my missions to enjoy this good living while I'm giving to be well driven.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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