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Sep 2010
The things i see look impure to me they seem confused ecspecially when there hearts are bruised,
The death they had was not a cure they search for an eternity looking for an end an end that will last an eternity an end they will never find,
Their lives before when they could feel should never of ended so soon,
they realise now that god himself was never here there or anywhere he was created by evil for purposes of war.
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nathan sabellini
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