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How can an intimate feeling between two halves be evenly distributed down the middle?

So precise you slice to work your magic
Just a reminder, plastic ankles melt faster
In your man made heaven
You create a comforting space for me to lay on my face

Well I'm tired of tasting dirt
I beg for more fingerprints around my throat
Your gold halo turns from rust to ruin
Down the necks of the saved ones
Trap me in your hands

Save me
Suffocate me like the rest
Sew my mouth shut
So I can only read your brainwashed theories
Comfort my hands with rusty nails
Punish my neck by hanging it from this rosary

All I ask is to see your face
To prove that you're not as white as they make you out to be
Fuck your blue eyed god
Fuck this racist rule
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xtwizx On May 09, 2002
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