so you can hear me
or can you just fill at one
as you find what lies under the breath
creating an endless crease
down the middle of this feast
on the least of these
seeing the beasts
ego
it is all too familiar
maybe I've grown to free
the one not grasping me
wrong made right in the son's light
the least of these are only the trees
for you two use innocence not accused for now is always with him though her for us to see we must need something still not a thing till...
before I go Don't stay go fuck the brain can't stay no let go yo thought a hoe now at my second slow grow know I glow shinnin' hollow cut...
Criminal works of man, take me from my seat to my feet, chasing what I wanted. Never long gone under the rule of us. Teaming with a sense...
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