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Why
written by Cthulhu10:05 PM 4/22/05Father why?
Why do the Dead walk?
Why do the Living Talk?
What makes it worth living for?
Son, do you know, There is no God
the Priests they boy before a fraud,
Thats it there is no more.
All thats good is gone. |
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Honestly I dont know.
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