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All I can see is that we shall be burned Will turned into a billion ashes But blinded and crippled were unconcern Still catching the meaning of holy masses Sometimes I wonder, If they were the one disabled Because at most, it's us all along Who have this blinded and crippled soul 12-26-2015
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Disabled Soul
All I can see is that we shall be burned Will turned into a billion ashes But blinded and crippled were unconcern Still catching the meaning of holy masses Sometimes I wonder, If they were the one disabled Because at most, it's us all along Who have this blinded and crippled soul 12-26-2015
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
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