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#fuctupsooninmexico
#On the streets of gold,  forgiven by the skin of his teeth, maybe. On here; on Earth-- stuffed in a corner Bloodied.. trundled, fondled wearing his sin-- (his unholy, carcinogenic/pathogen). And I,  I want to go to heaven..? I would **** you, everyday You self-serving *******   now forgiven I will take hell, you **** She is still down here and so, here.. on earth (and below)  will become my heaven. And I will become like you and I will wear your pelts of perpetration      and I will be hated for it but there will be healing in the land     because I am not  of you nor am I of those who continue to do   what it is that you have done May the heaven you have entered into, fully forgiven..   fully 'healed'     become your hell   through all things revealed You felt nothing then and you feel nothing now But soon, you **** you will feel I promise you  that  you will feel.. There is a darkness, even in heaven #
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
on Heaven, hell. Hell