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I pinch myself to see if I was alive for that day she should have died. I pinch myself to see if I was alive But all she felt was blood running down her side. I pinch myself to see if I was alive But nobody came to her home And she was trapped in the wilderness all alone, with toys spread out on the ground breathless and the ventriloquizes grasping for breath someone must have squeezed the life out of them for heaven was their only friend, they didn’t have a voice of their own and they lie there speechless without a frown. They must have made it to the sky following that painful plight, and when she was herself again, she fell on her knees begging for mercy It’s like the dejavu of her youth when she was walking without shoe and dr. Josef Mengele genetic abnormality experiment saw many children suddenly escaping to heaven and their shoes were left in the streets. The voices are a part of her and they are real They often come and go and they were part of the show. The voices tell her to kill and all of a sudden, the voice become still Kill, kill, kill are the voice of the tall man in workshop number six And his son does it for profit when he orders the dogs to kill They attack people up and down the street, Disrupting the town’s heartbeat the British sky news can tell you about it for they too have archived it and there is much evidence for it She did hear the voice to kill. The voices are real, but her spirit was weak And she could not overcome the feat. I lost myself in time, searching for the divine I need not say anymore lest the universe shove me out the door. Her heart is strong, but she has destroyed the innocent ones And her life will never be the same, for it is a woman’s “game” Women all over have experienced it and they too have done it, in other ways you might not know unless you are part of the home and so the law must change for the game to change its bigger than me and you the victims without shoes. She is just waking up from a slumber when day had braked in the past ten hours wearing the wrong pair of shoes she thought that God would come that day but he came when she was not a part of the world and she found herself traveling in a speed boat but when she woke up she was in fact in the hospital bed with lots of pillar tucked beneath her head but she was not dead and the pattern stucked in her head the pattern relived her from the memory of that awful night the pattern turns the darkness into light the pattern saved her life and the pattern free her from that terrible plight the pattern is right, so the law must change before midnight.
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