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Apr 2014
Them
People stuck inside my head,
won't be gone til I'm dead.
Telling me what to do,
they told me to **** you.
Telling me what to say,
there is no any other way.
They tell me how to feel,
I'm a hamster in a spinning wheel.
They tell me what to touch,
sometimes it's a bit to much.
They tell me how to live,
for that I can't forgive.
They make me do unlawful things,
I'm an angel with no wings.
They say, I'm doing gods work.
it's getting fun, going berzerk.
They say my wings, put me in heaven,
all my kills equal seven.
They told me, I need ten,
it's just a matter of when.
They say, I'm about ready,
my last **** must be messy.
Them voices lied to me,
my soul never was set free.
After death, I was sent to hell,
it's where I landed, when I fell.
Now that those people are long gone,
guessing this is where I really belong.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
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   Hayleigh and mybarefootdrive
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