I'm trying to exacerbate my human weaknesses to accommodate the subterfuge built around me like the snare before the prey. I'm busy making my own cross because the carpenters union is on the brink. I'm not doing the lash thingy again. I'll fight back this time. I've met my Angels and they said, JUST, say the word. And, we'll clean their fucking clocks!
And that's the holy fucking truth!
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