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Angel ragged son

It is your day

Your time

Your war

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The god has spoken

THIS OR THAT

YES OR NO

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The limping begger is you dear friend

The emptiness of the drifter who

Just won't go --- ON
just can't go  -- HOME

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Gentle visions of fear

Generate

Sight and sounds of such intensity

We are weak

About to break !

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In the mild summer

Prison tales
Of

Horror & ****

SHE IS HERE !

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you can only see her in  the mirror

I am a simple presence
But

I am your soul

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Your lives are mere illusion
As

You must know

But somehow it seems

You just want to win

Illusion's games

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YOU ARE AS THE DEAD

YOUR ZOMBIE LOVE

YOUR ALIEN PEROGATIVES

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she

The littlest girl of the neighborhood

Lies down on the cold concrete

I wonder truly if she stills breathes

I wonder truly if you even care to know