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The ooze 10/06/14
Real talk flows fluently from fabricated tales;
Stories of blood guts and glory hardly ever end with joyful memories;
Trilogies of pain while the evils reign on this fleshly plain,
a zone where people put animals over their own species,
killing our own like test subjects in an experiment,
probing for the perfect instrument to fit into their maze's puzzle;
Real talk floating over seas like mosquitoes planted as the pestilence's disease,
but the truth seldom surfaces to the proper channels;
You know the ones for the people by the people…
WOW!!!
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The ooze 10/06/14
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