Marxist illuminatti Biography

An Inch from my death
the time to reflect with as lil clarity i have left
A wound without repair
a child with a bomb strapped to his chest
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Will there ever be a day where iam no longer a slave
Captivated by the humdrum existence of the everyday
In a trance with the presistance the insistance of my bleeding heart
which decides without as much as a why That your the one i should love
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Hither......
bodies quiver
under the weight
Twist and twirls of fate
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What should i do if my heart feels faint?

When all quaint forms of conversation have ceased to penetrate my cell
Trapped in a shell nothing
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In a life we find
sequences of space n time
One moment is never like the next
Destined to exist in Memories'
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