They come in every shape and form their cries are heard even in quietest storm the pain and anguish of lives being taken away, as if they had some penalty to pay Being locked behind a barrier in which they have nothing to do but shout, shout until their tongues tire out the people or whatever they may be are hooked, living in a fantasy These beings, if that is what they are the ones i continuously beat and scar calling them out leaving them discarded labeling them useless, lazy and retarded.
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