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Fake My Death

I will be reborn again but hide me from the government those at my wake will come to know the new loop and those who walk by the suffering will know nothing until I am reborn and i Will be martyred to die again to fake my death in another strategic way like way back when in the kingdom of values and hippocracy we will live it we will play it out and love the lesson so fake my death and I will be reborn again shaking hands and passing smiles nodding gently with my new haircut and different style to blend into the camaflouge fake my death and look innocent to see I never woke up how many times have you burried me? how many times have i crawled from the secret passage of the tomb? how many times have my neighbors heard me scream in pain? how many oracle shave i left behind of games and hauntings to slide into the new matrix of existence where we do it again and i am reborn and together we live in secrecy until i fake my death! let me rise to this occasion so you can have your surprise holiday allow me to tear the wool off the wolf to the wars you have lost i am full of fear and it costs nine lives and spells chants second chances romances and historical renegades of desire so let's fake my death remember the fire and know no one will ever do that again maybe he actually did die maybe he was an excuse to be exercised from demons maybe he was a hero a martyr inspired by the bible so fake e my death im going under back into the tombs to crawl out of yesterday to die for the living and be reborn into another tragedy of the innocent on death row who needs to be set free because if i didn't die the truth is in some ones hands nine lives and one major plan of death rows vengeance of martyred hit men so fake my death come to my wake close casket see whats at stake burn the bridge and sell me into tomorrow today this life i was a poet tomorrow unknown I am a new beginning a legendary mess of preachings of satanic prevention who will fake his death in search of saints and reason fake my death and remember i might be alive i might be dead but somewhere im asking what would Jesus do or is it what have i done to Jesus?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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