I build this world,
my soul,
my soul aint meant to be sold,
The devil aint singin'
The Great Angel Saint say "we aint dealin'".
But I know they're toyin' wit' me,
I sip the good wine with my Lord,
But I know they're up there, laughin', I better be told,
This aint the chance to know why the world,
This world,
Is against my shadow castin' over the foundations-of the road
I wait for the days I was born,
Great length of when the nostalgic comes/hit home,
The Great Saints once said to me:
"Don't go makin' the world regret of that is said"
I always wondered what they meant,
What is said, what is seen, have I convinced myself to come clean?
Past creepin' up to me, Future slippin' from thee.
/emo
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*;Ƒ-How much shock trama can a patient stand?
Different instructors answer in different ways
but cut to its base level the answer is always another question:
How badly does the patient want to survive?-Ș™:
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