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Sit down & listen these folks like necks in
Turtle-necks is missing,
The whole purpose for living. Like a murder
Unwitnessed.
Some don’t know their turf is a prison. The hurt
Is the system.
Whether judicial or trilateral commission.
Missions to climb up the ladder for riches.
Pitchin flags at the top & still end up missing.
Nobody pitchin campaigns 2 get rid of this pain
They wanna camp in the rain. Keep their spirits
Damp w/ nothin to gain.
Dirt on their head fills with sorrow about the life
They led.
Blood that’s shed. Tomorrow’s life already said
And done. Prophesied by the Son of the Holy
One.
I’m the little drummer boy witnessing the birth
Of my soul rewon.
The capture of the rapture after laughter of
Non-believers.
Media deceives us. The key to eternity is not
In fantasy but when the Son receives us+++
