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parasites,scavengers,but self proclaimed friends came during harvest, ****** to the ends green turned brown,soil begging for mercies of fertility before you is their fiction and unreality behind you is the mirror of these parasites detest success ,enslaved by hypocrisy in love with mediocrity i call them vampires,knowledge thirsty smiles like summer,cold as winter keeping eyes on you till you freeze,pretender pots are empty ,and they become inspiration playwright ,narrating their stories,the motions silence is golden eyes fixed on fate like it fits in the socket,wondering when the storm will pass,and we will be APEX PREDATORS
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
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parasites,scavengers,but self proclaimed friends came during harvest, ****** to the ends green turned brown,soil begging for mercies of fertility before you is their fiction and unreality behind you is the mirror of these parasites detest success ,enslaved by hypocrisy in love with mediocrity i call them vampires,knowledge thirsty smiles like summer,cold as winter keeping eyes on you till you freeze,pretender pots are empty ,and they become inspiration playwright ,narrating their stories,the motions silence is golden eyes fixed on fate like it fits in the socket,wondering when the storm will pass,and we will be APEX PREDATORS
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
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