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Maybe all the insane asylums are filled with Jesus's and Maybe all the churches are filled with maniacs. and Maybe all the schools are filled with dead beats and Maybe all the streets are filled with brainiacs. and Maybe businessmen are not in business chairs But hospitals instead. and Maybe doctors aren't lab rats in coats But witches beneath jungles. and Maybe all teachings aren't in books But in trees again. and Maybe all leaders are not statues But fell off the square edged earth. and Maybe politics is just what it seems Whore-ish drunkards and rigged card games.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
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Maybe all the insane asylums are filled with Jesus's and Maybe all the churches are filled with maniacs. and Maybe all the schools are filled with dead beats and Maybe all the streets are filled with brainiacs. and Maybe businessmen are not in business chairs But hospitals instead. and Maybe doctors aren't lab rats in coats But witches beneath jungles. and Maybe all teachings aren't in books But in trees again. and Maybe all leaders are not statues But fell off the square edged earth. and Maybe politics is just what it seems Whore-ish drunkards and rigged card games.
Offended or not. Take this as it is. With help from Bryce. :)
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
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