I can’t understand the man which stands in command of this
land as we reprimand the “great” Constitution; with no solution which has come
into fruition; pollution of the mind, unkind in the line to confine the sign of
the times. Unwind, find and design a
found fine humanity without insanity and see what you get! Sit, spin and burn on this world’s spit. Shit coming out of the North and South; the
East and West the test of the winds of sin; akin to the thin needled pin as it
goes in and out to sew up the future, forming a suture for the wound so the
womb will not consume anymore to make another.
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