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Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
"From Thy Thresh-Holds,
I Wish To Uphold;
Through The Wave-Tide Αnd Gravity,
To Where I Feel Sympathy!"

"To Thy Branches I Rest,
A Tree Of A Caring-Shade;
Like Thy Sturdy-Roots Of Crest,
Shall I Stay Brave Αnd Will Never Fade!"

"From Thine Gift Of Wings I Fly,
Into Horizons Of Unsearched-Sky;
By The Limits Of Reality,
Shall I Soar My Dreams Upon A Fantasy!"

"Αnd On Thine Heart,
Shall My Nest Be Built;"

"Peacefully Αnd Gently,
Shall I Take My Rest;
For With Thine Compassion,
I Am Caressed!"
you are a lab rat,
dancing in their labs,
through you they *** to conclusions.

You turn them from ***** to holy,
Every morning they turn saint.

It's sad how you have turned a naked god,
Cleaning possessed men.


Immoral lab experiments
Men are tresh.

— The End —