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Oct 2023
They may say there is no God

Proof

My friend asked
I said

Thats the queen i bet if u run her over she dies...
I bet him 10 million $

Im not from here

I owe him 10 mill
He ran her over
The queen died


Pray for my sins
Giant land is manhattan
Safety when i sleep
Heaven gates
Please accept me
I begun something no compare
I might die right now
They want me gone....
Fax
Written by
ZACK GRAM  M
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