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Feb 2014
With the past me meet the past me  I eat blasphemies.
The inner me with no energy so I took a drink.
Where science be?
Where does science lead it use to hangout with me.
But where it leads

Tell me where it leads I love to show you please,
Take my hand and walk with me.
We **** it!!!
Call it society!!!
Refill it!!
Now that's philosophy !!!!
Repented??
Theology.
The gemics are just a soccer team
That kicks around the kid in me....

That made me think people like you and me are better on the out courts of what were remembering.
Christian zeal
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