Something in me like dear diary, wanting to keep the whole pie, but others gotta eat, surrounded by these devils so I hardly sleep, lies from organizations claiming we aren't unique ,smelling the stench on them like vomit along with flies ,while we think in defeat,
Cries of the sheep,even the loudest bleat
Coming close to the truth,
Nothing new under the sun They only prey on the weak
Wars and wars has already been rumored and stored more than just the east its the battle of beast never will it cease until we all see the Prince of Peace, catching two in the sheets she better yours he better be yours judging more than Adultery and whores

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