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Jehovah's Demon


Baptized, cheer, CULTivation,

God is the king, sing and smile

Feelin uncomfortable with the righteous front,

hooking you in like a bass fish, no momma they got you. So they got me too...

practice makes perfect right? perfect like the goal, the glow for the soul. Yes hard work.

End of the night when god is watching, porno flicks and beaming eyes, not really caring of being despised.

no knock knock, just no lock doors staying true to the definition

of now come on mijito, you know god watches and listens.

"well he's a fucking perve and should mind his buisness"..

of course these are thoughts but they are the fuse to change

change is always bad in the eyes of a leader, 

leaders dont want to let people go.

Still today i am stuck,

 i cannot expose myself. 

For i fear the holyest Death.

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