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those who never lifted earth lift my son's body in its sleeping whispered prayers can't hide the open wound in his chest but i have hidden seeds in the boy so when he's planted in the ground rebellion will push up like some crazy crimson flower
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 12:53 AM UTC
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those who never lifted earth lift my son's body in its sleeping whispered prayers can't hide the open wound in his chest but i have hidden seeds in the boy so when he's planted in the ground rebellion will push up like some crazy crimson flower
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 12:53 AM UTC
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