People who know love have risked death in appropriate fashion.
Confusion mistaken for passion
the have nots and have beens,
lets just be friends explains BS pageant.

God built his holy land for scumbags, bastards
liars and actors who wear faces to attract us,
time is still ticking while your having fun.
The nerve is unresponive when the mind is numb.

Cancerous imaging, unisex hate thoughts, raising of the wicked
One god, holy nation, death to unbelivers, right up there with it.
We have not evolved, what we have is just a smidgen,
of what we would have, if it had never been written.

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