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Dec 2013
made into something
i know im not
laying low
i cant be caught

dont take advice from that man
it ruined their lives
and diverged the plan
nothing can be replaced

fortunate i am
intrigued by this subject
obscuring the plan

golden boy i seem to be
hell raising demons and blasphemy
invented a cruelty named after me

what is this plague cause i cant feel a thing
someone stop that endless ring
doing wrong i can see a sting
above all i am king

wasted your ******* time
waiting forever in that line
but i see what there is to hide
you are all dead inside
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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