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..And I will deliver them from the kingdom of pain

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frightenthelittlesin

Published: Sep 17, 2014

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We reject each other with purgatory – vociferation
Vestibules flowing grated
From hair or earlobes;

I was more than simply muttered
Apocopes.

Your time in my acid sermon:
We are divine -
Kings that we allow ourselves to be.

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