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Drew brees cameron jordan never been a saint
When your dream ain't working gotta picture paint
Mode of an ape always knew that i'd be great
Fuck you

gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...

Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by

the light to surprise the demons of my nights
(Mr.Reason) 
(Now, it's time to break the chains of pain) 
(Saint) 
- No more lies, all the dreams were left

saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones

(Solitude)
Uhh
(Solitude)
Uhh
(Solitude)
Mic (Mic)
Check (Check)
One (One)
Two (Two) yeah
What's on your mind? (Yeah)
The mask, behind (Uh)
What's

returns to my heart and takes shelter in the darkness
But these delusional dreams continue to strike
And destroy my most vulnerable state and decay

My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two

Homecoming

Green Day

American Idiot

2004

My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two

Hah, pray for all you bitch ass niggas
Thank You Fizzle

I was raised on the east
I'ma die on the east
Mind state on beast, appetite on feast
Mind

The true state of all things:

I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
I remember my life as if it's just some
dreams that I don't trust,

me be
Solitude is best when I want to weep
To the ones that doubted, I guess you were right
In this state, what I gain I also lose in sight
What is

away 
Into an unknown state
What's essential
What feels right
Is often not what you get

The solitude is back 
Wraps it's claws around your neck 
Chokes

lets be real
Low self esteem be killing
My people dream ah dream
Is just ah vison
Thats waiting to be unleashed
We cant keep losing drive
When really we

With scarlet dreams by day and howling fog by night

Vanity's dominion
Obscures this festered heart
Submerged in bleeding pools of fiendish love
This

born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In

who did.

Many centuries ago, St Augustine - the saint of my church - wrote that a people was a multitude defined by the common objects of their love.

bathed in fury
Agitating states manufactured hate
One by one we all fall in line
Riddled from disease centuries to bleed
Fake kings turned lunatic
Boredom

Abraham

James Keelaghan

My Skies

1993

I had a dream the other night when all the world was still
That I walked out with Abraham below a fortress on a hill
We looked across the Saint

About something stupid like your face,
It’s all about race or whatever picture you paint,
That makes your side all look like saints,
You’re a bunch

lead you to this state
A barren stone in emptiness, a monument to illusions
You've thrown yourself away

Overpowered by the mirage
Unhindered thought

solitude
Introspective to your servitude
Monitored, imbalanced, self-abuse
Shift inertia from its state of rest

When you get up from your knees
You'll see

In combination to my spouse's due-extended devotion by my hand
These dreams are a conversation, if you will, between me and the Godhead and saints

exams. She
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immediately told the lady that her dream was to help people by treating them as doctor.
When the lady heard this, she was really

Fulfilled by the potency of my dreams
God forbid the casualty of a man who's never seen
Lucidity of infinity that had resid in me
The possibility that I could