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I feel like my finger point is the blue print to the Death Star if I have die like Midas’s n loose to scar I only pitch a eight ball of white china he call it tar in my head are the basement depth of my mental prison to far that main floor is just the tile the illuminating I am corresponding with my own harmony lifting up the walls they Freemasons n I star through the cathedral this is my castle holy God use me as a vessel I have been holing the keys to smile that hatred shit to vile jealousy and envy they are both sympathy I was trained by the empires embassy
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I feel like my finger point is the blue print to the Death Star if I have die like Midas’s n loose to scar I only pitch a eight ball of white china he call it tar in my head are the basement depth of my mental prison to far that main floor is just the tile the illuminating I am corresponding with my own harmony lifting up the walls they Freemasons n I star through the cathedral this is my castle holy God use me as a vessel I have been holing the keys to smile that hatred shit to vile jealousy and envy they are both sympathy I was trained by the empires embassy
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