The True God is Myself
by Two Bowls Of Crispy Noodles
About This Novel
I followed something called a railroad track Run all the way, run all the way finally Run to a place called a city there I sold my youth and my labor power to the end All that's left is a gentle cough And a crooked bone that no one wants? This is not what i want what i want is Escape from the city
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I write like a fool,
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