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War Code Message

terrorism war code message open window of oppurtunity could be them could be you doesnt matter stalking choas with these old shoes soo many words theyve removed cant say no this is not allowed and the peace is gone and here i am letting it die wgat did we replace it with an sos a do it to yourself a blank and white conspiracy a set up to blackmail society where no opne cares the television of happy americans never sees the suffering canadian going to bed hungry but im the one letting it die never thinking of you empathetic insignificant dancing in the quicksand dont you know your locked in a place they never find musings of stalking chaos old woman of importance or vip for the moment not the martyr but ill be the victom again interrupted again left shoe untied tripping falling traces of laces what can i say when you took it all away what were you trying to say crime scene of the things you never truly meant the ways you sold yourself to pay the rent the things you couldnt say the way to replace the slide nevermind anything theyre just scrambling the war message code and im the man in the middle far from humble ready to tear your face off with this spade and shovel shovel shovel another life lesson from the deck of conspirituality whisper this and scream that see if anyone notices this be the oxymoron of dont do this but practice that churches and maffia hand in hand listen to me as i do it backwards never mind what i dont understand its all a blur are you after satisfaction i doubt youll get your happy ending im not surrendering im dead ending deathwish september read the lettter redrum always tasted better scrambled eggs for supper forgetfull thanksgiving and the cake ate you yesterday

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