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Dark Imprisoned Minds of Hate

today we are living in a world of hate its a text, tweet & snap chat society burning holes through there cell phone no one gathers together & break bread what is going on inside their head its the blind leading the blind soon to fall into a ditch everyone appears to have a nervous twitch following Satan into his pit no one gives a **** bleeding hearted liberals that seek for self to please stop spreading your deadly disease one equates logic for fear sad times ahead for the walking dead corporate greet politicians have something up there sleeve no one prays anymore even go to church they take the word of God and twist it to suit their own lies does this come at any big enough surprise whats been done has certainly been done before Death row inmates in seclusion away from society yet still living in debauchery the innate mockery of socially wandering wizards they can't help you cause they can't even help themselves faces, traces & spaces gun shots in the streets speaking of abortion on demand when will they ever understand they keep sticking it to the man a society that's blind from the truth of God they would be rather basking off the coast of Cape Cod thinkers, winkers & moaners grown ups who are controllers viscious long fangs that bite dripping blood off side darkened logic leading to death evil minds that plug destruction yet lines are being drawn in the sand people are starting to wake from their sleep a new day has dawn it all comes down to choice we tend to sweep things under the rug as if the cart is in front of the horse then there's divorce in uprising of shootings in our school yet who are we to judge yet no one has a voice no one seems to care you got bread in the oven but you don't share you resist the gay & call them ***** none the worse for wear seek for better days in light of what you see within sullen brevity its quite a tragedy to leave behind a homily but people do what they please

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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