Fuckin tongues should quiet the noise of the heard... Playing follow the leader tasting someone else's words... Mindless intuitions aimed carelessly as long as shit is good... It's a fucked up mood to move to knocking on wood... Praying to invisible creatures made up by the same leaders to control the misplaced individuals... Living in a state of mind where no one's ever happy as expressions lie about being utterly miserable... N it can go on n on but others might think I'm judging when in actually I'm trying to catch their blindside goin without that one thing that wakes them up... We were born to die as different versions from story time uses us to accomplish the legal agenda as there's no longer any morals in luv... Fuck u.!. Truce...
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