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all the wells are empty the wars are lost all the children cry but we focus on our capital instead homeless crowd the streets but we blissfully sleep in our egyptian cotton sheets, in our bed of lies counting sheep praying away all the evil eyes welcome to the end times
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May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 11:46 AM UTC
End Times
all the wells are empty the wars are lost all the children cry but we focus on our capital instead homeless crowd the streets but we blissfully sleep in our egyptian cotton sheets, in our bed of lies counting sheep praying away all the evil eyes welcome to the end times
munybee
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May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 11:46 AM UTC
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