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...finding the books in the trash,
the burning ash, anonymous confessions of a nation's loss. It was only a shadow, so I pulled the trigger. ...Toffears
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...your damage echoes beyond the borders of your foul walls.
The economies of war force you to create a new one every week. How could you reach the Heavens with such a thought? ...Toffears ...faded blossom,
cleansed by the river where the currents pass unbroken. ...Toffears ...hear me, Lord.
Hear me, if you dare. This is neither a confession, nor is it a prayer. On what grounds do they pass judgement and why are these "sins" public affairs? Hear me, Lord. Hear me, if you dare. If you are... "Sin" is a manufactured guilt process. ...Toffears
...your crippled words were noticed
and the loss came to a void. Escaping each other from what was expected, to and fro, until all doors we closed. ...Toffears ...callous words carried
a stone's-throw away... only the Guilty will harvest for their friends’ pity. You have made me today’s Headline... How boring must their lives be to be so interested. You have made me today’s Headline, yet, I forgave You have made me today’s Headline. I forgave and you deceived. ...Toffears ...The field you sow with hatred
will reap you nothing more than jealousy and anger. There is no escape. ...Toffears ...I am holding the gun
and I am aiming at your faith. I am at Peace, I hold the Truth... Kowtow to my hate. ...Toffears ...du haut de leur colline,
les Grands regardent les enfants jouer au football. Se souviennent-ils qu'un jour, eux aussi, jouaient à la balle plutôt qu'à la guerre? A man who owns the corners, ruins the world. ...Toffears |
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