In your world where angels fly,
there swim piranhas in that sky.
New angels born neath'holy shrouds,
the devils swim beneath their clouds.
At time of rising every noon,
new spirits rise on big balloons.
They hit the clouds and its too late,
the watch their hope for bliss deflate.
The children wait to grow their wings,
to taste, to feel, to be crowned kings!
Yet as they line up at the gates,
these cursed fish have picked their fates.
Your world isn't heaven,
it's hell.















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some say Follow your Heart
others say Think it Through
still some say Go with your Gut Feeling
but... what if your Heart says yes, your Mind says no and your Gut says FEED ME
then what do I do?
I personally feel it's a bit short myself, and started off sort of random.
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keep it up.
Love
~ Tec
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Th3No0b: Im going to be the next hitler
Th3No0b: Im going to kill all the jews and 1 clown
RageAgainsttheAmish: why the clown
Th3No0b: See? no one cares about the jews
RageAgainsttheAmish: lmao
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