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Oct 2014
church in my backyard
every ******* sunday those bells woke me up
consume the minds of over half the worlds population
***** their knees for you
become vulnerable
easier target to kick in the stomach
i'll leave you bleeding in the confession booth
and your last words will still be "help me God"
Yazi
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Yazi  Ur left temple
(Ur left temple)   
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   Shanessa and Md HUDA
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