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Jun 2014
Don’t know what you want of me
Why have you followed me, behind; leaving a trail to get  back
But you can’t go home again because I set a trap
Illuminati in the eye
Illuminati what’s the use of your body?
Will you take me to your fairy tale world?

I saw Orion making fun of Hailey’s comet
I can’t compare I saw his eyes melt into the sun
Never will he drift away in space anymore
And one warrior shouts with joy his pride has fallen
The trees don’t sway to my presence
And the air becomes dead
Written by
Braulio Romero  chicago
(chicago)   
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