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Tomb Cruise

Like pigeons squawking for a bit of praise
Out cyber-stalking, if he’s of age
Memories are criminal
Foreign and subliminal
Come praise, be praised
Sharpen your mind to a weapon
Be gone with ETs
Consuming light in a session
Long ago when man was free
There was no need for treatment
The truth is managed only by those who are qualified
There’s nothing physical or psychological
There’s nothing fucked up with your thinking
It’s the ghosts
Achievement
Completion
Made whole
Completely free from the ghosts
We control the message

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