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Pedro The Lion Achilles Heel

the plants and the factories are perfectly run the workers and bosses are living as one people are equal people are good people are working as hard as

bands with managers are going places bands with messy hair and smooth white faces you don't believe when i say it won't be alright vans with fifteen

and when his tiny head emerged from hair and folds of skin i thought to myself if he only knew he would climb right back in i do now that my blushing

having no idea that his youngest son was dead the farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed in the shadow of the mountain as the cattle

the poison makes its way through my body slowly into the pleasure centers of my brain if you were here i would admit that i'm an asshole but now it's

engine severs lower legs feel my bruised heart beating spinal cord remains intact still sending and receiving laying back on shoulder blades cargo rushing