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sloppy poem meh -
March 14th 2015, 04:19 PM
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I have a secret treasure,
I keep it hidden in my drawers
And when I take it out
I apply it to my shoulders
The blood is my sacrifice
As I sing my ritual chant
This sacred object has magic properties
And gives me promise
To the unknown ahead
It keeps me safe,
All I got to do is have faith
But sometimes the gods are displeased with my sins
and I must learn, I can't always win.
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