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time to seperate

There'll never be peace in this land the time has come to separate the blue ribbons from the red ribbons the divisions are to great, The whole chithouse is leaning beyond 45 degrees and coming down.. God, is not strong enough to pull it back to neutral gravity doesn't believe in miracles gravity is in our D.N.A it brings things down it never elevates. Fatima is dead this land is filling to the brim with the unforgiving- no compromise only double blind vision from far left-from far right this is our fate an endless death.

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