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God sees him, I see him. He is a lonely man Love is a fly on the wall, a secure padlock on the door A bag of dog food for the Bruce and Princess, When love is in the heart, it can’t be altered The soul beam: he would always be the laughing child In her father fondest memories before   his adolescent mind was corrupt by evil Loves makes the parent proud, love produce a health mind of control the laughing child would feel no shame, he would blessed his mother breast, Without the slightest thought of ****** Some share the night alone in bed, Some cuddled in with their mother Love like that is forbidden, If only he could escape from this house of ****** where a parent only love herself and see the younger husband in her only son he need that inner strength to save himself from the touch of evil False hopes, a rigid mind, a corrupt soul Some share the night alone pondering, How does her church feel about her sharing the night with her son Who’s thirty one. P.S Satan's false kingdom, False nature, a false expectation
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
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God sees him, I see him. He is a lonely man Love is a fly on the wall, a secure padlock on the door A bag of dog food for the Bruce and Princess, When love is in the heart, it can’t be altered The soul beam: he would always be the laughing child In her father fondest memories before   his adolescent mind was corrupt by evil Loves makes the parent proud, love produce a health mind of control the laughing child would feel no shame, he would blessed his mother breast, Without the slightest thought of ****** Some share the night alone in bed, Some cuddled in with their mother Love like that is forbidden, If only he could escape from this house of ****** where a parent only love herself and see the younger husband in her only son he need that inner strength to save himself from the touch of evil False hopes, a rigid mind, a corrupt soul Some share the night alone pondering, How does her church feel about her sharing the night with her son Who’s thirty one. P.S Satan's false kingdom, False nature, a false expectation
It's happening daily.. we are living in a sick , sick world.. a sad write my friends..
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
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