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Venting to maintain patience
Ave Maria, memoria I swear I don't have a gun. In this life there was a knife that was pressed against my gut. This the new set on the block. Not really giving a fuck. I'm just sitting, chilling, watching the prophets and smoking blunts. Go on them missions. Wish everything was this simple. Stay high on them trees when I came down that mountain. All the way from the moon just awaiting the hour. Some think that money is power they die and then get devoured. It's like they worship the sarlacc and then jump into its mouth. Demons are not born they are just shitted out. After a thousand years of torture you won't know nothing else. They'll become part of the snake we'll let it eat up itself. That satan fears me. Because I'm crazy myself.
