In this country. In this country. A man with a dream needs luck. God has left the building. Read my apocalypse. Everything I've ever dreamed of has begun to fade to black. I've got no idea where we're going but we're running with the pack. And there are designated demons in the circles of hell. They'll give you words to live by and to die by as well. There are endless nights and they just go on forever. And forever is such a long, long time, and most of it hasn't even happened yet. Can't you hear the choir now? I don't see any holy choirs sing. And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pig flying away like a bat out of hell. Read my apocalypse. In this country. In this country. Forever is such a long, long time and most of it hasn't even happened yet. Most of it hasn't even started yet. And this, this, this is how you bury the skull of your country. Ladies and gentlemen, while we have time, if we still have time, let's keep our cemeteries safe for our children.
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> The man who would dream needs DRUGS!!!! :)
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> > I'm back in NY and I never really sleep anymore and the
> > man with the dream needs luck...but i'm dreams are the
> > only place i'm lucky....
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> > > .....and so worth it.
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