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Any Patriots welcome interrogation manipulation coerce this patient showing errors of my ways challenging thinking need a reboot? Write it backwards a queen asleep in the storm of God's prayers a list to the mother crucified to their delight. I fight. Parental **** Advisory vague Plague Use my vision see only derision personal shadow devalued Worlds shadow that binds to grey vanity in the words they pray Hard headed we're right moving again feeding that bread That heaven sent Fire earth we start again Fear no man I heard one say Sufficient Know yourself Question on a soul level stand for no shovels Doctors who probe and answer my yes' nos' emptiness grows on this plane we call home. JOB. The living breathe every day in my stride I speak I pray the word my home not the bombs they throw. My body my own not the pills they grow. This patient knows and this jezebel crows that she follows the word I heard no, it's deep in the soul Hers dark and sold, forgiveness on the day the droning drops                                                drops Away In my mind the play speak on your strength let your regret pass away let the beast decay that you made In my loneliness Weeping Crying to the beating All around the World feeling The home we're receiving.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
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Any Patriots welcome interrogation manipulation coerce this patient showing errors of my ways challenging thinking need a reboot? Write it backwards a queen asleep in the storm of God's prayers a list to the mother crucified to their delight. I fight. Parental **** Advisory vague Plague Use my vision see only derision personal shadow devalued Worlds shadow that binds to grey vanity in the words they pray Hard headed we're right moving again feeding that bread That heaven sent Fire earth we start again Fear no man I heard one say Sufficient Know yourself Question on a soul level stand for no shovels Doctors who probe and answer my yes' nos' emptiness grows on this plane we call home. JOB. The living breathe every day in my stride I speak I pray the word my home not the bombs they throw. My body my own not the pills they grow. This patient knows and this jezebel crows that she follows the word I heard no, it's deep in the soul Hers dark and sold, forgiveness on the day the droning drops                                                drops Away In my mind the play speak on your strength let your regret pass away let the beast decay that you made In my loneliness Weeping Crying to the beating All around the World feeling The home we're receiving.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
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