No Number
NO NUMBER
Today the eye is focused on his purpose thus to die. The ruling factor is blasé
rude and indifferent. They make the individual feel even less a part of group and
the group becomes a whirling vortex of hatred as a murder comes to rule there
minds for all the world a Banker with his thumbs in his lapel and his cigar makes
no long ashes as he puffs his way to Hell. They have it all Technolgly ruling all
the systematic thiefs. A Man must learn He is just unwanted grief. He is just
worthless sleep to them that never ever rest but always have the noise afforded
them while eye must struggle on my own NO NUMBER and no home. Make it
shorter Make it longer make it speak a different cry we are not no longer
supporting such as eye.
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