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No bad vision. My eyes is bad with sights. I may speaking good to people. But the sights is filled with lust and sins. Can’t go to church because my eyes is evil. Looking at people as forbidden visions. There’s no spirits for joy in my sights. One crooked woman in my pupils. And I took my scissor to cut and pull them out. Follow my old eyes on the stool. Set those bad eyes on fire. I can’t keep that curse in my sights. Just listen to my suffering. Pain rushing on my face. Didn’t went to the hospital. I get rid of those sinners eyes balls. A woman with no sights. I don’t have to worry about seeing evil. Only hears what’s around me.