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May 2014
If you can hear my voice through the crackling wind

if you can suffice never seeing life again

then why live?

why go through it an empty vessel of trapped illusions

fake faith, when you never you'll never escape

the jaws of god and all that he takes, ripping out

your "So-called" faith

it's like ****, when they rob the cradle

and take the bank
Vivian Ienello
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Vivian Ienello  21/Androgynous/Boston
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