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Perdidit antiquum litera prima sonum

The sky has dug a hole in the cloud it's fuc**** triangle's fault I can't see the pigs stratified societies revitalized on schizophrenic base of finger pointing minority staring at fragmented people seeing them as dispensed particles that parasitize above their respiratory system and disrupting implemented cohesion in order to maintain entropy by handicap crossing out their name they are building a special places for special people where they all can hang out together being so special they need special treatment feels like above my sternum yellow pages are flipping through those are just a small words of highly installed people we are abled they are disabled Forbid words it is needed holding Jesus's crown above their palms crown became a baton that arrogant ones are forwarding toward detoured from sanity polluted ones your mind is polluted but you see clearly you're receiving it anyway taking even though you see the wheel of fortune is set out that way we all accept other people's lesions relying on redemption in small box concealing clarification your designed cosmos is not overlapping with theirs your mind is polluted as you're wandering through the streets derange faced they are deflecting their children from your trajectory as the way your polluted mind couldn't touch them unseen world and silhouettes behind the door make them distracted for eagle's flight they aren't ready we are sane they are insane Forbid words it is needed at the very indication of fissure in your shield your position as human becomes gravely disrupted through your skin they have implemented metal spike and on the way out handed over a piece of paper so you can wrapped yourself in that life like piece of meat from butcher shop while fissures in your shield are showing from a transparent pink cellophane as you're walking down that green mile toward their hardcover empathy everything seems like textbook settled as human rights prohibit otherwise but no one ever will give you a handshake they are keeping their hands at necessary distance from your body liquids you're contaminated while in the hands constricting one way ticket to the island of lepers they will approach to the nearest baptized sculpture and contritely ahead of holly statue by fingers cross over blessed balls while from walls declines gratitude for not going astray as you did cleared conscience they'll road up toward the heaven not even turning to see how you became a pillar of salt they are clean they are virtuous they are alive those words are carousel free going straight forward potentially blind ended they are pure you are impure Forbid words it is needed forbid the words or spoken mouths by all means stupidity is a matter of choice

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