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This prison with no walls The mind is even too hot for thought to linger upon Creativity vanishes when the contents of the dustbin are emptied Hunger, lie and poverty The everlasting diet of this wall-less facility Noisesome ideology forcefed through the sphincter ani Mother ran away from the constant tantrums of the AK Forty seven men played that instrument and stole her dignity The music was too loud she said So she is still hiding six feet under Brother coughs a lot, spits a lot and is a skeleton of wonder What the hell? Where is heaven? Sons mistook for dustbins constantly being reclaimed by the grave This wall-less prison Trust is no more between husband and wife Men **** men and dog eat dog Mothers shun their wombs Vatican shut its doors Hell is contemplating too We dance to our heart beats, the only hope
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
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This prison with no walls The mind is even too hot for thought to linger upon Creativity vanishes when the contents of the dustbin are emptied Hunger, lie and poverty The everlasting diet of this wall-less facility Noisesome ideology forcefed through the sphincter ani Mother ran away from the constant tantrums of the AK Forty seven men played that instrument and stole her dignity The music was too loud she said So she is still hiding six feet under Brother coughs a lot, spits a lot and is a skeleton of wonder What the hell? Where is heaven? Sons mistook for dustbins constantly being reclaimed by the grave This wall-less prison Trust is no more between husband and wife Men **** men and dog eat dog Mothers shun their wombs Vatican shut its doors Hell is contemplating too We dance to our heart beats, the only hope
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
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