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Jun 2020
imagine being trapped behind walls...
ones that promise to let you free
if you’d just wait & see.
you know the only way out is in
& the only way in is to sin
by questioning your god.
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the god whom sits upon the throne with his feet up.
he may just answer,
if you call then signal forces might just meet up
at the towers where they bounce off
like back-boards,
through mother boards
& other boards like god has meetings with his team of advisors.
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they advised him not to speak without a lawyer present,
speaking of present,
here we are
& apparently the only answer to your calls is
some noise up in your head,
that strangely sounds just like you,
& the box just became weird...
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the black rose  F/the islands
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