Chrism Satire

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Songs From The Bottomless Pit.

All is one then one is all.

The history of the dual is like justice when fairness breaks.

When ten muskets blast its blow how many people let them go?

Horror is knowing evil yet, doing nothing but to dine with it.

Free people think free until tyranny demands subjects.

All poverty asks for is some bread for a starving soul.

Dead men call out thinking they are alive asking for more.

Subtle suppression seeks suitable sustainable Lies.

Dogs rattle with barks when they are bound.

Following after a seductress words until she drains her patrons dry is like the sun that glistens on the skin too long.

Pardon those without pockets.

Winter comes in the soul that has no love.

 

 

 

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