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Plastic Jesus
God in my eyes means nothing to me. fantasizing casualties fertilizing life and death plastic Jesus so possessive eternal life, fuck I aint seeing I'd get sick of living, sick of breathing. I tried proceeding but man I'm leaving crucifix is so deceiving. Plastic Jesus so possessive proud of the brainwashed minds you took congregation is so depressive but you can't run your life around a fucking book! I will smoke, I will drink without even a need to think I'll be elite and I will strife with no god to control my life
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