Activities of Christian Muller

My precious son! What have I done to you?
My boy! Don't slip from these cruel hands that loved
you all these empty years. The hands that proved
the tyrant's touch turns soft for those fair few
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The sweet release of peaceful lonely sleep.
Away! So far from all the pains of life.
I come so close, yet miss, so I must weep.
For I can bring no end to this foul strife.
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When I were schooled english wernt my thing.
My scores in English lurning no bells done ring.
Yea I grajaded but ain't english smart ….no lie!
Come end a school year the teach said 'By Bri.'
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When I were schooled english wernt my thing.
My scores in English lurning no bells done ring.
Yea I grajaded but ain't english smart ….no lie!
Come end a school year the teach said 'By Bri.'
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As I walked to work I picked up a rose that begged to be sniffed. Delicious in it's innocence I was overwhelmed with a sense of security. My childhood came rushing back in an instant. Back to a time before I knew of betrayal, lies and deceit. Nature is nurturing to the innocent. At it's worst a thorn can not spread a rumour. Water is sustenance. My email serves as a contradiction to my existence. Paperless billing is a demon disguised as a child who fills a room with laughter. As an adult I see the rose for what it truly was, is and will be. A rose is a reminder of a life I don't deserve nor want, but need.
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As I walked to work I picked up a rose that begged to be sniffed. Delicious in it's innocence I was overwhelmed with a sense of security. My childhood came rushing back in an instant. Back to a time before I knew of betrayal, lies and deceit. Nature is nurturing to the innocent. At it's worst a thorn can not spread a rumour. Water is sustenance. My email serves as a contradiction to my existence. Paperless billing is a demon disguised as a child who fills a room with laughter. As an adult I see the rose for what it truly was, is and will be. A rose is a reminder of a life I don't deserve nor want, but need.
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