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Extraction O'mindiary

When I was (a naive christian
with like melting sugar)
my fingers attacked by
nails and I could the voice of
J.C. under my skin,
trapped like a slave in my flesh.
was in days when water flew in
my veins, the rain on pouring
inside my head and I denied &
him (not scissor nor knives, but
with the muscles of my
torso). The rumor says the
was raped by the cross, but
maybe he was a who
himself.
...det vitala med varandet
r att vara existerande...
I understood this mental traffic
was a new burned in my
mind, like in orbit around me
I was stading in the centre the
sun in my pocket thinking:
is an illusion, mankind face the
cloud, but I am I, the
god.