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Forty Days In Her Wilderness

This life for the most since these eyes can remember Her light of day has seemed no less, a tortures chamber Psychologically, mauled in maimed ? Everyday awakening Unto their very same chains his scenes, round about; within What always was; is ? A #ucked up world filled, with #ucked up Things and no wonder, figuratively speaking that, Heaven's Messiah.... Did so tell Lucifer that he could shove this place tightly, up his literals ass.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/1/2013 3:57:00 PM
Yes this is a #ucked up world..but even in a #ucked uo world there has to be something right.This world is just a short passage compares to the untouched heaven.
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Johnny Rhinem
Date: 10/5/2013 7:14:00 AM
......................."THERE IS BEAUTY EVERYWHERE CHARMAINE. 8675309, JENNY I GOT IT, YOUR NUMBER * I'll CALL YOU BABY *.*(*

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