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:( by Jesus in Paul Mcbon Ruthford

A hymn for the trues them have been pumbled from other natures,,,,
A durge to pull us through,,,,
A few words at the tones of a screw,,,,
Payments we've paid,,,,
Non monitary yet pained,,,,
In hope s that dreams to reality doths not a slayed,,,,
No sharp feels
All strings that of strumed
bring more than just our cheap thrills,,,,
Passed our passes of ol',,,,
This part yet untold,,,, Which hold a new,,,,
To the now we have pulled to,,,,
Drawn as if a quive flown to the now
where we've been drawn to,,,,
The time of times these stories have been become,,,,
As if the two magnetic poles were lovers to us in human forms,,,,
To embrace for a moment thus this is the feelings to which They've succomed,,,,
Before that moments end to have to return from whence to where they have come ,,,,
May this moment last forevermore
for the return to our poles is a deed that never gets done,,,,
Happy New Year s my wireclubbernauts,,,,