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Dec 2013
go on and drone about some *******
of us not making the same mistakes as you did
i hope the puppeteer burns in his hearts own inferno
for he is the truest testament to Satan's existence

i can't deny this anymore; it's far too obtuse
the repercussions of his actions too palpable
you vicariously suffering for his faults
when you've already got so much to endure

so to hell with this devil incarnation
my love to whom has been extinguished
God died but not eight months ago
and to mourn, i live for my own existence
Yours  et cetera
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Yours et cetera  Toronto
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