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1-4-2024
I think I spent my whole high acting all depressed
I get that feeling in my soul
As the fire goes fleeting from my chest
The decent prevents me to fly
Why leave the nest
Where I am
I feed from the teat of a breast
Content to live or die
The weed I possessed got me caught in the heat
Is this a test
Sweet baby Jesus
Rest your head and try to teach us
To read words repressed
Or to listen to the word of preachers
Truly I don’t feel blessed
Truly I don’t trust believers
I don’t judge based on the rules of freedom
Duly
I don’t restrict myself to the rules until I need them.
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R.P. Grcic
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