Once I drew upon the New World Order, hence, we live.
I believe to be upon the God, lifting my sights.
I drew upon holyness. The power of Jesus Christ.
Psychosis, Psychotic Symptoms
I live healthily, walk freely. The Clouds are evervescent.
Hence, we breath, Latin power, draw upon the 1970's Disco.
The weekender, the Independenter.
I walk with puff in my jacket, the smell of essence.
Walking with the New World Order.
I smell the power, martial arts strategy.
Hizayaki
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