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Decisions


I don’t play games that the other slaves do

You don’t want me in the game

Cuz you would lose too

I have too many thoughts

Too much big stuff on my mind

To play pin the tail on the donkey

While I’m leading  the blind

Open your eyes

Can you feel that yet?

Cuz if you can’t

Life might be a wreck

I’m talking geometric layers

Inside of your mind

The place is a kingdom

For man that is kind

Build it up and hold it in

Does it taste so sweet

Nothing is better than forgiving the sin

That makes you complete

In fact all we have is acceptance of them

Because one day all we have are memories of sin

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