that i have bleed,
see that i mourn for him.
now my faith dwindle,
for u thought it was simple.
me and blasphemy, are symphony
a melody that listen to tragedy.
look,
as my words written for witnesses
reads in curiosity and burn in activity
in friction that cause addiction.
activity that needs to be stopped by intercessory
fertility demography and multiplicity.
read my potty red frigidity lips
read on, read on.
activities we do to escape reality.
pick up a book and gone
we are away for the moment.
close come back oh no gone
again it was just a second.
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