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No more bridges to burn

An adage long past claims that a man has but one day of birth One day during the seasons when he came into this world When he left his mother in pain and agony Screaming for dear life

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God Hates Us All

Small, innocent, dirty, naked boys, oblivious of civilization, with little care in the world except to live to see tomorrow. Where does one go when there is nowhere to run, when there is no one to run to anymore? Where does one go where prayer does not work, politics are rotten, and capitalism is a …

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