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Diseased Breath

Diseased Breath A dust particled free first breath, feeling the sickness as it enters in. Inhaled disease born from death, The first son of all of our sins. Playing Russian Roulette with our health, born to die the voodoo begins. This sick world digested in wealth, The Toxic Pit of women and men... bmdavey@ 02/17/16

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