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it’s the time of the parochial baby tread with care; it’s the time of fear and violence walk with eyes before and behind you the barbarians are everywhere tearing down libraries; there are demon contortionists who can bend Truth and sense; and there is violence blessed by God and justified in anyone’s Holy Book there is a man who looks at how you dress and look; there is a team taking notes the mindless are everywhere and they want to eat your minds; there is blackhole-distortion and everything you might hold dear is taken to be twisted and turned look to your mind baby look to your heart; there’s the dread of Satan who walks in God’s clothes; they try and take what you got and give you salt and sand to eat it’s the time of the parochial baby tread with care; it’s the time of fear and violence walk with eyes before and behind you
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Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 12:25 PM UTC
it’s the time of the parochial
it’s the time of the parochial baby tread with care; it’s the time of fear and violence walk with eyes before and behind you the barbarians are everywhere tearing down libraries; there are demon contortionists who can bend Truth and sense; and there is violence blessed by God and justified in anyone’s Holy Book there is a man who looks at how you dress and look; there is a team taking notes the mindless are everywhere and they want to eat your minds; there is blackhole-distortion and everything you might hold dear is taken to be twisted and turned look to your mind baby look to your heart; there’s the dread of Satan who walks in God’s clothes; they try and take what you got and give you salt and sand to eat it’s the time of the parochial baby tread with care; it’s the time of fear and violence walk with eyes before and behind you
raj-arumugam
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raj-arumugam
Australian
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 12:25 PM UTC
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