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"Woest Me I'm A Product Of Society, A Tool Of The Trade And Played Like An Arcade." "How I Believe I Am All That Then Watch The Minimization Of That Fact." "It Is Those Crying To Be The Same, Them Who Require That Claim, Fairness To Blame And A Eye For An Eye Left In Vain." "They Run A Hide But My Deep Rooted Truth Will Abide, She Rocks Already I Can Tell, The Voyage Of Wind Blowing Beyond Heavens Sail." "Doubting Thomas And A Promise, You Should See The Way Her Star Burns Bright Just Ask Nostradamus." "What If We Stumble, What If We Fall, Then Will Just Project Poetry Into It All, Amen."

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