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withh 10,000 jesus, lined at the door. not a fear is stiring. to look and see the light, so bright you cant breathe- its ok now, air isnt needed.
in thirty years, the moment will be wrong, your song, sung proud, will be systematicly known wrong. in that day in age, you are still a fool in my eyes. way up then, they will know for certain. what i have been screaming in your ear, for thirty years. in thirty years, i may be broken, and you may have hadd a good laugh, but i win in the death you choose. truth cant burried.
a scale has been seen, and the balance is lost. you owe me, and you will owe me. i own you for good this day in age, download my boubonic plauge. i'll suck you up, in every lit light. i'll damn you with every clock's ticking. masturbator.
my mentalitly of one, forever dying ego. is such to be believed, and no truth. my mentality of 10,000 quarter clues, hmmm, i cant find time to hate them all. work btween them all. for, sureley i shall see somethings i like. never to know becasue the cars never slee.p
forever is an instant, know this for fact. wait, retract. fact is dead in an instant... silly me. know this by heart, the one pulsing beat. penetrate me fully truely and completely. for this is what dreams are made of.
-------------------- Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.
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