death is in the faces, if so, then life is left faceless/
swet dripps like blood, leaving desicration and hatred/
wrong things happend at right times in a dwindling relation/
past gets tense cuz the futer takes the glory/
If knowledge is power then wat does politics do for me/
four wrongs that erase four rights/
I struggle wit my inner demons in unbalanced sword fights/
and while my hand writes, my thoaghts processess strategy/
If I only had a dollar for every known and cauzed fatality/
my reality is, I dont know who stares at me in mirror at night/
Im too scared to look back at it, death is frightened by life/
Poeticly insperated to keep moving through the ashes/
emfatuated by blood, and how quickly time passess/
Dust to dust, every though is conjointed like twins/
forming yet another domon to add to these four souls with in/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..