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ANOMALY!

ANOMALY

WELL IF YOU REALLY THINK HARD

BELIEVE IN FRIENDS,RELATIVES AND SURDS….

AND IF YOU THINK THAT ITS ALL TRUE

THEN AGAIN TO SOME ITS HEBREW!

RELATIONS PILED WITH BRICKS AND SAND

CARED AND NOURISHED WITH SOFT HANDS

IS BROKEN IN AN INSTANT SEC

IT LIES IN FRONT OF YOU AS A WRECK….

UNWANTED YOU TRY TO MEND

BUT THE TERMINTES HAVE EATEN THROUGH

THE MORE YOU BEAT THE HAMMER DOWN

THE GREATER IS THE DAMAGE AMOUN’__________

BLAST IT! SAYS THE UNFAITHFUL LINK

TEARS ARE ALL THAT THE FAITHFUL HAS

LOVE IS LOST AND FAITH IS MUSING

BUT THE RELATION SOMEHOW IS STILL CONFUSING

IN THE JITTERS OF YES OR NO!

IF YOU THINK U SHALL CRY OR GO

FUCK IT OFF!LET IT GO TO HELL

WHY DO YOU CARE WHY DO YOU YELL!

THE TEMPLE UNDERSTANDS EVRY LOGIC

IT’S THE HEART THAT CAUSES THE PAIN

BUT THE EYES ARE THAT FULFUILL IT

FOR I DON’T KNOW FOR WAT THE SAME…

WHY THE PROBLEMS WHY THE BREAK

WHY THE PATRON WHY THE PAIN

WHY THEN BEGIN IT AT ALL A BIT

WHY NOT DUMP IT IN THE VERY PIT.

REASONS I SEEK AND REASONS I DREAM

REASONS I FEEL I WILL BELIEVE IN SOMEDAY

FOR THAT DAY I WILL HAVE PEACEFUL KNAP

FOR I WILL KNOW WHAT ACTUALLT CREATED THE GAP !!

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