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At That Be Ready For Tomorrow May Never Become...
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Tuesday, February 26, 2002

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If you continue the path you (all) are on
Surely You Will Perish As Tho a Tomato Upon
The Heat Bleed's and, then slowly Rot's Away___

The Sun 's in the Sky, But, You (all) Don't know
Even Why(?), But, You Continue To Cry, Vie, Tho
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As 911 fades into Past, the Future bring's Its Cast
Upon The (Your) Horizon, So, Many Of You, Fast
Only In Name Of (His) Satan's Greed___

You say You don't Believe in Satan, Why Not,
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Up In It Everyday (His) Greed of Your Lives___

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All Write, Mostly in Spite, Some In Shame,True,
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If Morrow Comes & You Are Blind___ You
Can't , and, Won't Even be able to E Mail Me,True,
TRASK I Told you (All) the Truth____

Then You Can't even see your Nose In Spite Of
Your arrogant Face; Too Ignorant of Fact Of
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Minutes are now inSlow Time,i.e. Few Scientist 2nd
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If Sun Should Also Dissappear,not yet, It Is
Only Because you Are (Can't See) Blind,
Too, Yes, The Hell of Your Own Making____

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I Am Writing, Who cares, I'm Not Here Caught
Up in This World To Save It nor (You) Humanity___

Only Too Collect that Which Is Rightfully Mine,
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Paid a Dear Price in This World (Holy Hell) To
Survive What's Too Come Too Pass< Some True,
Call It a " Rapture ", I Call itb Thereafter___

No One can Escape The Wrath Of (God) TRASK,
Not even Me TRASK___But, You All Forget, Last
I, TRASK Hold That Key Too Gates Of Hell___

the Ringing in Your Ears Grows Shorter, Most
Will Never (See) Hear It Coming, Be Cause Most
Can't See There Nose In Spite Of There (Own) Face

I, (God) TRASK Await Your (You) miserable Souls
New Roles I say Not, Soul'sin Miserable Hole's
In The Ground, You are The One's Who Dug It___
n the Beginning, Not in Need, But, Forever In
Greed, Until It's ( I Am) In Your Face, Sin
You won't even Believe it Then___

But, as The Tomato Bleed's (Rots) in The Heat,or
Of The Silence That Surrounds You( Your) Treat Or
Trick(ed) By Satan The Devil In Your Greed...


c 1979 / 2002 TRASK

No One Can Make You Believe In Any Thing
Until 911 Comes Abound In Your Sleep (Ring)
Ing In Your Dream(s),i.e. Try Real Hard Not To
Lose Any Sleep, Because Your (All) Dreams True
Come Too Pass...

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