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Clergy
No one misses you.
Neither hate nor recollection
of what u might haven't felt. But,
Overseas you
slip between jammed decadence pages,
burnt out cages of damnation,
unleashed permeated fear of creation,
followed by dead,by deaf, by sick by red roped neck
He seems to be dead but its remnant is putrid,dismantled and disassembled
Prey and pray;
cure
those impaired eyes can't dechristainized the tablu within,
a decoration of thousand irresistible fallen ropes tied all to (one).
fewest times it can identify the self to be real
when chronous prophet save it from language and the prophet from the time.
I'm chewing the tastes of hope so far, Growing inside,the sense of
Running blood of clergy taught for a second round,
misinterpretation of whole puzzles I remind
Apathetic sense won't me back carelessly for
a mask of delusion,dizziness,shame And nihil
I had all of them broken right in me.
