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Dry Fire Ash and Bone |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Its my soul, And you know Beggar, silent like a dog Without a job... No flow of cash No cash that exists In this world Where can one say I'm truly spent? Breathe... His knife has no handle Alas the tomb is indeed empty What faith did Such hard nails A naked woman nudge of poetry It rips you apart We meet Collaspe of the damned Empty glass of water Shatter Wrench, scream empty cries The needs Smooth slippery tongues What I can stand on Such power They just needed Christ first balloons are made of rubber... |
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