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...Sit and recover lyrics once stored away, although more decay, called upon and then extracted, putting the pen to tablets til there's really nothing more to say..
The Lord awaits, line up and let patience settle in the sickening mist.. He who controls these strokes illuminates the darkest depths with the flip of a switch;
Now, watch as time's digital beeps halt -- Make us question if the ticking exists, Black'll bare arms and have all hands on deck at a flick of the wrist..
Skimmin' the list: Honored guests witness divine passionate write-ins, Y'all eager bystanders grab a moment's focus, and leave it stashed in ya eyelids..
Flashin a slight grin, come now -- the deepest flows get conquered, I'll slay atlantis, mounted on a praying mantis; Raid the palace and show y'all a Clash of the Titans!


...Masses are fightin, but all agree - i'm a cut above Satan, Gated Hatred seeps out of pressured cracks - Although, we've caught the love waitin.
Sought to bust statements, assortments of speech birthed for and nurtured; have your ‘mindframe bent out of shape’ without ‘thoughts of frustration’..
Fought unjust nations, though it seems the seams of our kingdom have withered to dead bricks, so: equipped with the 'magic of spell, check' me 'bring em to wizards to get fixed'..
Tragic and Hell bent, yes - It's been a lonely walk down this long hall, between strong walls that inaccurate shells dent,
Metalic intelligence.. Been outcasted from norm, so i perfect turmoil, crafting immaculate storms; the potion churns, boils, where my schematics are born..
It's a fact: You'd get torn, so please cease and desist before ya pieces are split, believe i reason w/ fists..
Pour salt in ya wounds, only time you seasoned in this; 'drop like ya cold to the core'? i'll play along, next you're 'falling thru to middle earth, by way of freezing abyss'!


...So, explain why only Heathens are rich, and the rest are left hopeless, washed up upon shore; Cuz the same dudes as me got the papes to help eat, but decided they'd rather floss up a lot more...
I'll cross up n stop wars, it's sick, but nowadays we're all too in-lawed to rape girls.. Darwin would 'turn over in his grave @ the site of our planet', and 'put a new spin on the ape world'...
Crews win in this fake world, celebrate the hate for people only known through codes in a system.. exploded n dissed em, bloated n pissed but -- you then see new routes, come to find reasons to cool out.. so i don't need to list em..
And I wrote it so listen, those images that sit in ya mind when ya mission is blind - I chizzle the lines, live n reside on the outskirts of the twisted n tried... Carrying fragmented views of every angle, all in hopes to form the bigger picture -- Of a vision defined.


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seriously, fuck structure... but yeah.. & feed please.