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Toxin toxin toxin

Three steps up high, into the sky
Lay on a cloud and sigh
An exhale of relaxation
the great euforic sensation
That takes to the sky on the special occasion

And what is there to say about this strange situation?
When you can't keep your head straight or prevent
the liberation

A complete twisting of the mind
That leaves nothing left to find
Though, the euforic sensation i one of a kind

The absolute appreciation of sincerity
versus the appaerent lack of divinity
That spreads confusion through the vicinity
and stops the flow of infinity

The disease will feed on your needs
Sworn to not restrict your deeds




Fri vers av Oscar Toll
Läst 230 gånger och applåderad av 1 personer
Publicerad 2009-08-29 14:01



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