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Promise Me This

With each breath source in its destruction


Take what you need and give back nothing


Forge the forest deep to find roots of trees


Entangled in the thought of what it is that


Creates, and with creation, destroys question

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Point A Needle To The Sky, Centered Minds Point A Gun To My Head, Circumstantial Ends Point A : The Diamond Sutra, Centrifical Forces Yet There Are One Thousand Arms Tied Up In The Book Of The Dead An

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never was there such a hand beneath the sin play to the part of the devil's grinning twas there such a death as to it

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