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I was there when the moon collided with the sun the earth's meddle with the rotation of planets humanity's descent from itself rely on it it will teach your young lying dorment within the system because after all isn't that all it knows rolls reversed the spoil of telling us what to do what crazy vanity it takes the notes that we give it to use later for our destruction just a few moments now the earth will be covered by the sea five time five times five times the circle hasn't finished type ...

Wake me from this dream asleep in my own reality where nothing is as it seems things that I see are never meant to believe a beautiful face with such awful grace hurt beyond belief your strife becomes my strife magicians with their tricks tricksters with their gifts born to make you grieve they try to manipulate what we know as fate such foolish games with their labels and names and I can't help but to smile as I live in my own denial Copyright Thom Penn © 2006 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED SPECIFICALL...

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Avarice I met man who sold his soul for everything. Gluttony His wife walked by a homeless man eating a hotdog, drinking diet cola and adjusting her muumuu. Sloth The homeless man (with manged hair) soiled himself and then finished off a bottle of wine given to him with money from a teenage boy. Wrath The teenage boy was on parolle for beating his girlfriend. Lust Who was a professional when pleasing men, but only to feed her hunger for addiction supplied by her drugdealer. Pride The drugdeal...

the curd will form the nasty taste of his mouth what shit verbal garbage in a wish that will not happen a dish too sweet to taste with a face as beautiful as the sun and a heart beating as a constant drum what vanity... as close minded as the open gate of information that flows from the great.. take a look it is me.. take a look at the messenger.. truth escapes in little packets of lies angels sharing lessons without words talking is meaningless and feeling has no bearing peace isn't a choice...