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*I swear this life isn't worth it as I lock on to my targets I shoot robustly unhumbly tarnishing all ties and bridges from scratch These hands built They hate work They rapidly fire every employer for every bruise Inflicted then it clicked wanted for innocence a dream of making a killing The unheavenly seeks depth In solitude bodies flop   buildings drop They all fall before me one by one As I reform these fingers the larger one stands alone rebirth these hands of glory for I am a man of stone*
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Rebirth These Hands of Glory
*I swear this life isn't worth it as I lock on to my targets I shoot robustly unhumbly tarnishing all ties and bridges from scratch These hands built They hate work They rapidly fire every employer for every bruise Inflicted then it clicked wanted for innocence a dream of making a killing The unheavenly seeks depth In solitude bodies flop   buildings drop They all fall before me one by one As I reform these fingers the larger one stands alone rebirth these hands of glory for I am a man of stone*
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
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