My insides are weak when hands are the voice and minds are destroyed what truth do i know if i know i don't live and my insides aren't there my hands serve a structure and truth i do not know what invention is this that covers my eyes and weakens my insides what creation is this that makes children cry and
Makes fathers die my hands serve a truth i do not know
Makes fathers die my hands serve a truth i do not know
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