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Mother was the nature No she not a begger teaching all the things we hide inside our minds the guns they get bigger the majority they get smaller while the rich they hide behind the dollar everything we do you know it was never enough because they claim enlighten enlightened yes they are withholding all the truths just to gain the value of a dollar but we all know their the danger of us all now what is there to do? Oppression Discretion you see there's always an obsession some find it succession while others find suppression addiction ambition and attention something in our sight brings about a weapon want leads to devastation. Mother is the nature she provides for all the beggars who are lost on the path to their everlasting lover look at all these things all of these possessions man believes is the king.... then we go on the swing travel through depression while they impede expression there are always few who find they have wings all the strings they need to sing Oppression Discretion you see there's always an obsession some find it succession while others find suppression addiction ambition and attention something in our sight brings about a weapon want leads to devastation.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Addiction, Ambition, and Attention
Mother was the nature No she not a begger teaching all the things we hide inside our minds the guns they get bigger the majority they get smaller while the rich they hide behind the dollar everything we do you know it was never enough because they claim enlighten enlightened yes they are withholding all the truths just to gain the value of a dollar but we all know their the danger of us all now what is there to do? Oppression Discretion you see there's always an obsession some find it succession while others find suppression addiction ambition and attention something in our sight brings about a weapon want leads to devastation. Mother is the nature she provides for all the beggars who are lost on the path to their everlasting lover look at all these things all of these possessions man believes is the king.... then we go on the swing travel through depression while they impede expression there are always few who find they have wings all the strings they need to sing Oppression Discretion you see there's always an obsession some find it succession while others find suppression addiction ambition and attention something in our sight brings about a weapon want leads to devastation.
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nickblockonelove
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
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