Trapped in a cage of grief and torture...all you gave me is a pen and a notebook...I release it with pride...your eyes turn wide...I hit you with some of my mathematical rhymes...with my methaphorical flows that slowly and deeply inject into your core...braking you into pieces like a intoxicated wave of emotions...gratitude of devotions...slowly injecting your pride and happiness... I trap you in my box of four...as my tears of blood starts to drop one by one they start to boil...as verball war i begin to crumble...i stand right back up and start anew...
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Wednesday, December 03, 2008

David Icke Great Illusion of time

 David Icke - The Great Illusion of Time and Space

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