For the Price of Freedom
we are at the deepest betrayalwhich began at the breast of soured milk
wolfish is the womb of a religious maternal presents
suffer unto the
that child who
will nerve be free
for what place dose religion
have among sinners
but to be at the head of the table
you, fool me not old demon of altered greed
i know you come only for power
and not to set me free
i will not sale you my soul
for it dose not belong too me
my sins are lessened with every pray
and only he seems to give some mercy
too me
my eyes, have been poisoned with pork
that i do not eat
my body has been inhibited
by Bacillus anthracis (ANTHRAX)
my Stomach has been colonized
with the biology of parasites
the price i have payed
to try and be free...
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