They wont give you, or me, a clue...they only lie, a 'ponder this'. Then, disappear, into the night, a bit of blood red tail light...apparition's figment'd imagination.
I've watched it all. I've seen their work...a world sucking off the tit, of the milk of 'their' word. Where's the beef, and where's the bun's you fly around the desert with? That's what I'd like to know, and so would everyone else.
If you wont tell us, what the deal is...I don't give a rat's ass! I'm so near the 'real truth' now, I'm dying to know. Faith alone...
God help you...
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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