Dive into degradation: get the lastest thing..
Minds: programmed for the trap"
Sell the dream; greener pastures; waters of life:
Question is: is it a lie?
Snake oil charmers in the midst?
Dive right in: it's a trist.
Fill you up', lift you high'
Questioned again: is it a lie?
Programmed for extermination: underclass as pawns':) feed on experimentation..Denigrate the Word..
Lap it up..all their muck, product that they sell..yes my friend, I am quietly convinced, the world's in the grip of hell!
Glad I got out...
Have no doubt, there is a chosen way, and not to many find it.
Blinded by the day.
Have no doubt; the words gone out: there is always a way. And sometimes if you find it there is no need to say, much:
Because you trust: you know who shows the way')
Shall we dine on offal, and swine, when only the sacred proffer?
Not the calf; kiss his bum..
The Lamb is: that's on offer.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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