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Feb 2011
I know that you are cross with me
but you've no right to crucify
to stab me with the sharpest of wit
and hang me here to dry

who made you the patron saint
to accuse me of such sins
we are the same person
set in different skins

so if you plan to destroy me
and all that I've became
then go ahead and turn the knife
unto yourself and do the same
Written by
Joseph Perales
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