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About the Book

Imagine your Dad was Cash. Where there's corruption is lying integrity and walk the line, got down, down, so down: face up too looking to the nearer heavens in the star- lit sky with the love found in worship, towards heaven. Overshadowing my silhouette as the sheet allows vision through, with meagre small candle-light, and not just over me, over anybody else in my world, sing my heart out; How is she going to sing without any heartbeat, they laugh; he kills and saves. All we are is just slaves living not to buy into his illusions. Ordinary as such.

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