I can see his stinky face inside the TV, like a fudge cake.
There is a delusion that some day some Sinners will become a God.
There is a cold-blooded people have been isolated like a vending-machine
There is a non-marginal black despair, like a Satan-like imprint in the bottom of their heart.
But,
There is a Love I believe I can take you out from there.
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