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She Talks To Angels

She talks to angels but what is she speaking? What are the prayers she is asking for,the mystery that the remains the question i ask. Dont understand the mystery of her actions is it a test of will to morals is a test of the music that has plagued our brains well not our brains in general but mine more than anything. Still the song continues songs unite us in new ways bring new memories new vibes to life. Still its new life to my soul new oxygen to my blood ironic due to the fact blood is the color of my mood till recently. Not the same as things as i have felt before but still similar to mind games of the past. Still a fool for the challenge a fool for soul in healing i have been a healer for many years similar to my counter parts. Still i am more accepting to my curse of karma. A healer is a man of different color all together. Denial courage hope who really knows i have wrote this before on the walls that burn slowly around us the walls that hold the vulture perched among us.Still more surround us I cant ignore in my writings. The term thick as thieves been throwed around over the years thick as thieves the thieve is a solo artist in the acts of there surroundings an act of there own individuality looking out for numbero uno so to speak. No thieves are thick just thick in the pockets of there hell they create. The evil does not win the bad times out weight the good it will end. PIss off enough people some one will stand weather it be in anger violence or speech in there own matters..j.h.g

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