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for firearms are too short to box with God

once you get gone, you miss your home.

is silent in a noisy way with the waves carrying a song.

are those whose mind states are ill

find the beauty in the hideous

I trust thee to not be deceived

songs from the heart have no gender

city lights shine to glorify the tainted

out on the streets completing your mission

find a tree to shelter yourself from stormy weather