Omega, Has reached the level of hate He has Resented,
On a silver platter, His dish of Missory will be presented.
He has gone ona a journy, Never to return back home,
The Camal was lost and his true life style was shown.
Seems its Angel verse God all Mighty, with a Stand by.
Once again he has postponed the battle, I dont see why.
I cant be beat, but you can be cruched, And turn to rust,
As soon as you get the floor , your flow will be touched.
Your a river with out flow, an ocean without an undertoe.
Like a Hurricane I blow, Blank Expressions what you show.

Pretty good verse.
Peace out.

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