All 7
All 7 said to inject my bread now they say I was a pawn they are dead wrong. whiping away again the life that was gave to them to fix what was wrong with them. I can see they have a choice pay their bills or pay the price. Not the zombies or the funny money recognize the universe's eyes something natural, Something real, your afraid you cant conceal new students stomping around next to the old ones they are putting down. Stay smart on top to survive but pay your bills to 8 and witness a renewal you can't under stand because it defies what you all learned in this land and because you dont learn it needs to be burned into your strains of sickness that have twisted what rich is. 7 running around with the black hole saying it's 8 that's in it. Only through pain the universe burst into what it is...soo pay your bills because you can't afford to lose some kids.
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