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𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 / 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚

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i am a false prophet
false god
false words fall from tongues
shatter like glass on the ground
but the anger in my veins is real
the blood stains
i put milk in my coffee
and i start to rot
there was never a god here
or if there was he was empty too
the sky was empty too

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