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They throw me in the name of god Throw me in the name of freedom Use me to sharpen their blades Carve to make beauty that never fades Use to measure, find assumed treasures With all the radical measures Use me to build shelters and shatter bones Calling me god, he bows and bends Cull animals and humans alike With ****** hands, holding rituals Some one ask him! what is it you truly sacrifice? I marvel, at this creature Ponder upon every feature After ages and ages of gazing To me, It is still amazing!
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Stone cold with heart of stone
They throw me in the name of god Throw me in the name of freedom Use me to sharpen their blades Carve to make beauty that never fades Use to measure, find assumed treasures With all the radical measures Use me to build shelters and shatter bones Calling me god, he bows and bends Cull animals and humans alike With ****** hands, holding rituals Some one ask him! what is it you truly sacrifice? I marvel, at this creature Ponder upon every feature After ages and ages of gazing To me, It is still amazing!
still life and the way they might look at us.
Owlman
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
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