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Write To This Picture: December '06
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Write to this picture by Wieslaw for December
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my words are the weapon at the same time they're the shield
i use them for my protection so of course they're real fuck being a GLADiataor theres nuthin ta be glad about feelings of sad and anger is what i based this track around i rip through snakes & foes as quick as the barrel blows bend my fingers break my toes ta spit these imperal flows |
Reflection
grip my breath this nest of serpents left-for certain debt exposed stench of vermin scent a permanent deterrent to these clones- seeking solace in the footsteps of eccentric monotones, rattled bones hollow whispers- gutted fisted through the nose, I atone a maggot twisted death is gifted shadows close, as the echoes stimulate the nervousness of this abode, as i rose in prominence my dominance in populace is shown, yet I have a somber wish though……….I’m still in this shit alone |
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