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There is a wall plan, And it is being applied. Then money isn't there.
This morning I woke up and it was controversial. My skin glowed caramel under the sun and it was controversial.
America is free at least that's what we're selling but the product must be damaged there's not one damn soul that believes what we're telling
It was a drowsy battle that yearned for sleep. The light and the darkness. And I found myself in it. Instigating and terminating its intentions of cruelty. But what if I mistaked its cruelty for consideration?
A unicorn slain by any other name still brings a curse. When the letter of the law is to forbid emotion, society crumbles in its wake. “No justice!” screams the pot, “a curse for a curse!” exclaims the kettle.
Tell me how I am supposed to know what to believe in,