November 18, 2010
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Priest behind the religious wicker basket, me kneeling and spitting sin setlists.
Judgement, holy hunting for the fearful sin in my heart.
Running, dying, exploding, i'm sighing don't want to cry tears shaped like hearts.
He tells me to pray to my mother, but i thought idolatrous acts were punished by
death in anonymous.

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