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De Sade is my water
By Wolk
Chalice of filthy laws,
Fills my cup with lies and holes
The reason for my treason,
Is the truth i see under the sun every season.
The lies your creator spits,
Come from the deepest of human self dug pits.
The moral, the truth
The faul mouths spute,
Are a way for the dogs, to distribute their gods.
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© 2009 Wolk
Published on Monday, June 29, 2009.
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