All lost in confusion
Its not our time
A choice given by design
Fragments of mine
A lot of people in line
Seeing life behind the pine
A forest for a tree
Another way to be
Given to me but why
I only try to percieve
But to believe
Its not for me
Perpetual deciever
Master of lies
Centrifuge of hate
Total blashpemer
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 2nd, 2026 12:43
- Category: Religion
- Views: 1
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