Black Poet
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IP:
Unlike most and Patrick in ghost, I wont transcend
When I reach my end, left to fend of the devils men
Fighting an eternal battle,. Ended up dieing again
I feel like my souls been blown away like Cocaine
That’s been thrown in the wind, I wouldn’t be here
If I had never sinned,. Now the devil walks toward me
With a frightening grim. .......................
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