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I walk, I sit my, back against this grain

These words speaking bliss, penetrating every inkling of thought that is bound in my brain

As the climatical moment fills my soul, I come upon recollection

Racked with torment, I am bound as I raise my head seeking for mercy I partake of the restitution

I partake of this flesh and this blood, my soul and mind go blank as if I was in limbo

Waterfalls of fluid pour out of my sight fighting inside like Mike Tyson and Rambo

As this burden is lifted from my chest

I scream BE GONE YOU DEPRIVATING VEST!

I kneel I pray my mind no longer seeing black and white xrays

Departing, vocalizing lyrics to the mediator for this glorious day.

 

 

 

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