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Too Many Souls
Naughty nihilists kneel, while prisoners roam free. How does it make you feel, to digress from destiny? Too many souls lost in the laws of man. So many souls are filled with greed, it makes no sense to me. If they want weed then plant a seed, and burn for a turn money. Too many souls indulge in the flaws of man. Killing may be an instinct, but it is not a need, when washing blood away in the sink, expect regret will settle indeed. Too many souls grow cold in the claws of man. I know of a place, of wonderful grace, where these problems cease to be. I know in this space, there is no disgrace, only heart-filled embrace, the most elegant sight i've sought to see. Predators prowl about for fowl, among the luscious greenery. Peaceful creatures howl and growl, discovering peace in harmony. Not many souls of those respect law of man. Sinister evil envelopes my heaven, so many people imply the impression, that our foe cannot be beat. Our foe slashes and bashes, crashes and mashes, until his count increases to seven, Fellow creatures feel the pain of a hundred lashes, trees fall flat and reduced to ashes, like the aftermath of a hundred matches, his count increases to eleven, Not enough souls oppose the law of man.
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