

Wrong BibleYou speak of God as if you know, Standing there at my door. It's early in the morning. You come to tell me about God. But you know nothing. Admitedly, I know less. Admitedly, I am less. God is love. You woke me up. But your eyes are closed. Look around Keep your priests. Keep your churches. Keep your God. Mine doesn't require a house. My God exists in all things. My God exists beyond all things. Your God is my God, but my book isn't your bible.Wrong Bible
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la ligne droite conduit à la perte de l'humanité...
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
t must be very hard for to run around and get all thouse naked people
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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