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One count of lust and two counts of love, where the lies are the part of the words that never seem to see the nerves, this is the words that never define the meaning and the dreaming of the religious that se of the creaming, the pot is boiling and the charts is smothered without the love, we cannot compromise the truth
That root of all evil is trust nothing, so you are alone trying to find a perfect spouse, but the flaws of your uptight nature that you never seem to see forever, together a couple that became one, the thought of such things make you look for love, but how, without instructions, focused on the path of destructions
The hopeful compromises the natures, we are held in an illegal offence the things are becoming past tense, this is what lies against, opportunites to destory the other hearts and minds, so we rewind to the past experiences, never to laugh, subtracting people so add up the math, lectures without pleasure
Hoping people will change for the better, the thoughts that bring to useless things, for one to dream reality cannot seem, do you want to redeem the thought of your mind, is this the thought of your crime, is this the things you believe, than be trueful to yourself, this is the knowledge that we cannot compound without help
Knowledge to self, this is the inner being that brings things, that componets the logic of the one that went through the rapture, new to me, but this is still news to me, I'm trying to define that love and hate should be a crime, look at mine, go on find anohter, then another lover, never being able to settle down
An African King but where's my crown, this is my land but a stranger in my town, can't you see how profound it sounds, the random thought that was brought into the light, the physical attraction are the one's that chosen not to fight, I will try if I might, one day you and I will make things right
