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Nine Eleven On Wisdoms Pager

its alright its okay we feel and then we dont these lives all form a sequence to what end is for the show feel good enjoy the onset go low to see the sunset some refer to context minds at risk go unchecked my toes pointed downward heavier though lifted silence is for cowards timing a polar shifting admire the royal missing redial the normal listing sire the serfs are pissing the garden a guarded wishing the apples in all the eyes the scaly skin metallic they worship any phallic no wonder we organize cultures and nomenclature these vultures ashamed of nature we're soldiers of social failure 911 on wisdoms pager some egos are rampant running amok amongst some monks punks do lunch more than once a month a dunce is shunned the huns a hoarde then guns were plumbed from sons of song all along alas we last will fast a grasp and gasp a taste i ask that acts of crass be vast and first to take a place an ass and jack of trades these games are tough across the face tho crux beyond can wait the spawn i laid will cost your grace an ace of spades chased in caves the lathe will lay the ways to change youre made for chains this pain as plain as gains in polls black souls insane no more tame the hodor brain which side do lies say mordor stays a quarter praise to the sorta wakes the portal plays an orders fate

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