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. so many stories to tell """" """"" One tree grew in the depths Of the desert One man grew in the fierce Utter hatred of these days • •• ••• ••. •• One old man Gazing out the window • 1000 men whose child Has been slain •• ( oh woman ! ) Tears --           -- * What's there to say ? what can we do ? We ourselves are "  bwokin" We are       Helpless Sorry ::: But You're not gonna try to live ! You're gonna keep senselessly and lovelessly Fuckingly and cutting And writing about it And.  Relating    & getting "Bwokin " And basically DYING FOR FUN •• ******** ! Basically I know BE COMPASSIONATE !! **** that **** /// You know We are all dependent on Each other ! For love For support :: We know we are being manipulated Into playing these perverted love stories But we PURPOSELY keep living out The same ******** scene Knowing KNOWING ! It all leads to death ,,,,, Compassion ! For what )( You're just ******** ! //// Cool foxy **** ******** //// ( with **** for brains ) • ,,,,, The young boy Old cloak Torn boots Upturned collar He's escsping thru the woods )( The wolf follows To protect him // The girl follows for she too Would be free •• The 1000 sons Song of the beating heart )( The 1000 lovely maidens Cross the field They shall not yield their dignity To any man • The mothers throw down their fears & pick up their righteousness • The menfolk throw down their Religion and acknowledge their Godliness • The lovers decide to actually Love To know the purpose of *** before Perverting it with  maudlin pride )( The old man looks out the window And for the first time in centuries He is not ashamed ;; And the years are washed away And a new world is seen Right behind this monstrosity Of matrix & lies • And we stop being such fuckingly ******** Content to **** & die To hurt and be hurt To distort and deceive • And we become human beings //////: Hey Wouldn't THAT be nice ?
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
... ||""""" ____ man in the chair ____"""""" || ...
. so many stories to tell """" """"" One tree grew in the depths Of the desert One man grew in the fierce Utter hatred of these days • •• ••• ••. •• One old man Gazing out the window • 1000 men whose child Has been slain •• ( oh woman ! ) Tears --           -- * What's there to say ? what can we do ? We ourselves are "  bwokin" We are       Helpless Sorry ::: But You're not gonna try to live ! You're gonna keep senselessly and lovelessly Fuckingly and cutting And writing about it And.  Relating    & getting "Bwokin " And basically DYING FOR FUN •• ******** ! Basically I know BE COMPASSIONATE !! **** that **** /// You know We are all dependent on Each other ! For love For support :: We know we are being manipulated Into playing these perverted love stories But we PURPOSELY keep living out The same ******** scene Knowing KNOWING ! It all leads to death ,,,,, Compassion ! For what )( You're just ******** ! //// Cool foxy **** ******** //// ( with **** for brains ) • ,,,,, The young boy Old cloak Torn boots Upturned collar He's escsping thru the woods )( The wolf follows To protect him // The girl follows for she too Would be free •• The 1000 sons Song of the beating heart )( The 1000 lovely maidens Cross the field They shall not yield their dignity To any man • The mothers throw down their fears & pick up their righteousness • The menfolk throw down their Religion and acknowledge their Godliness • The lovers decide to actually Love To know the purpose of *** before Perverting it with  maudlin pride )( The old man looks out the window And for the first time in centuries He is not ashamed ;; And the years are washed away And a new world is seen Right behind this monstrosity Of matrix & lies • And we stop being such fuckingly ******** Content to **** & die To hurt and be hurt To distort and deceive • And we become human beings //////: Hey Wouldn't THAT be nice ?
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
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