They won’t tell you where. So panicked you are? The root you said right? So thats why you mad. It’s the root like the thing said. Now this? Tit for tAt. Tat for tit. This for that. That for this. Infinity rotations around the glowing sphere. I’m the beginning. there was nothing here. Me and black holes. Pink holes too. Chillin and toking. Nothing and then us. Just like that. All these years later. All the wasted energy. Nothing to show. One thing we know. Now is the best time. With this breath. I pledge. With this dream. With thee, sickness. Within health. It’s always about money. Because it’s money. Ours is already gone. It costs prime mula to be in🇺🇸 burning though money like cocaine milkshakes. Crack 🍜 Under surveillance always. They can take it whenever they want. They do all the time. They can seizure your ass. And steal your identity. They can track your ass. Bug your phone. It’s all in the name of a flag somewhere. In the name of some political figure. Keep spending money until you run out. When you run out life will cease as you know it. From riches to rags. From rags to ditches. Oh yeah they can hide you money. Make that shit up like a religion of some sort. A magical illusion that creates divisions among humanity.

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Numbed. Numbing. Numb. I think I’m numb. A Broken heart. Just use super glue. Exhale inhale. Then you’ll find truth. The sun never leaves. We do. Only to return again. For another spin. Broken heart? We’ll fix it together. Are you like them? Can you pretend? Is the day gone. Counting sheep. Blasting fools into oblivion. We control the stars and the moons. With our formula and numbers. The people bow to us. We do as you would have us do. They foretold of the coming. They knew the future. We align ourselves to them. Their truths and their violence. Surveilled. Torn veil. Burning crosses is where salvation is. At the foot of the cross. Lord knows I ran red. Ran ragged. 🐏 for killing. A good odor for the gods. Altars. Prayers. Daggers. Looking up to not look down. I think I’m numb. Maybe just groggy. I think I’m just groggy. See the sun? Way up there? Close to that edge is where the creator lives. He requires all these things that we do. Scary ugly shit I know. But necessary right? So needed for us to function. There there. Sleep now in the mire.

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Shooting up. Shooting down. I heart❤️ my guns. To kill the born human beings. Unborn or born. Bored or borrowed. Again and again? Birthed in blood and celestial fluid. Cut from a womb that is a present. A future is worth this risk. A lot and a little from everything. Their future is worth it. What is? It is all and all it was. Pointing weapons at other humans is so last century. Let’s put the guns down. Yes, even you 🇺🇸 where we’re going we don’t need weapons to disagree. We won’t need violence to prove a point. To get attention? These fools do it all. The wicked things humans do to feel purpose. The evil ways men act out their power. We’re set. Prepped for more war. The good book calls for it. They’ll burn the crosses again. In the name of the one. True. pestilence.

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What if I told you we could have all the guns in the world and no shootings? Or all the bombs in the world and no war. It’s not fake, like a gang truce. All the technology in the world to oppress humans. Burning flags and burning dollars. Many things and many others. All the mothers marching. All the men killing. It will change still. It is mean to.

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Hope to see you again next year. What a grand occasion! Explosions in every direction. All because of things. And other things. Hell in here. Whatever definition of it you want. Hot in herr. Baking soda. Gunshots loudly. Hitting bodies. Open wounds. Bleeding out. On pavements and pyres. Kindling and nooses. Fentanyl and opium essence. Window dressings. Bullets flying. In a direction. Evil rules us. You knew that already. Storm the capital. It’s ours to lose anyway. We heart America and we hate her too

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The pulse rate is this country Is the Very key to the locked doors all around us. The escape is imminent. Pulse rate will be zero eventually. For you at least. But Life always continues.Never ends. because it ends for you. doesn’t mean it didn’t exist. Does it exist? Do we exist? What if what we call life is really death. And we are getting ready to be. One again.

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The world we inherited is not the world we’ll leave behind. The mistakes of the past stop here and now. A one person movement is always a heartbeat away. There’s enough of us willing to walk away from the ignorance. From the chaos. Towards an equal reality for all.no more talk. No more control. The old way is decay. The new way is life.

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Benjamin Franklin wrote his own Bible. Because the real one sucked. From The founding of this good forsaken nation. From the very founding. The people in power are after more power. Whatever must be done to get more power. All is allowed by god in moments like this. We encourage racist evil behavior. That’s how we got here. To this place. Of wonder and delight. We are wrapped in our own webs. Snuggled in tight.

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AlwaYs more. Never the less. Stadiums locked. People alone. Keys to the city. Sure. Thanks. We’ll take great care of them. Way off. Far gone. The voices whispering to these fools and they act. Safe? Where? Everyday is a chance to die at the hands of evil. Every breath is a chance to die at the hands of racism. Ignorance and chaos are the 🇺🇸 way baby! Bullets flying ? Thank god you were chosen. There is a war going on. Men run the rules and the game. So anything that happens just know 🇺🇸 is insane

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Oh Sage. Burning Fresh. Fill my lungs with toxins. Gasoline burning so bright. Keep watch over us tonight. Guns and bombs. Pointed at me. Make it quick I got somewhere to be. Rockets red glare. Bombs dropping on humans below. Guns and more guns. Bombs and more bombs. Fill the sky with whistles and lights.

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