Centipede

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By George Chow

After ode to newtestment bible. My sins become a centipede, ready to show how chronicle all these years' believe. All that Holy spirit' Judgement to my anxiety, and the impatient matter from illusions and mares. It crawls magnificently to a hell it testify another truth. All that Luke 20 to 23 was great obidient, But the Rome 6 made clear not lent Sins of body desires. For hopeing the rest is dead and useful. Instead it sleeks, Certainly its an ancient medicine, or better fertilizes the land.

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