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Post by thefleetsin on Jul 15, 2018 0:42:15 GMT
talked into a vault of voodoo
when i was a kid i didn't smoke lids or rampage through the streets beating up the soiled brats whose parents were busy horking back cases of beam and jack but nevertheless i was under attack thrown on my unsuspecting back by a whore of babylon rambling on and on and on over which impending throng was headed for a date with the very next devils song coming from my radio of which i had a special thing for where i saw music as this giant goal post with a never ending score so i wanted more and more and more while the preacher said come inside my door and i was just naive enough to meander in and the rest was spin.
sjw 07/14/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the varying forms of child abuse.
from the 'blasphemy series' of poems
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