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AB: Kings that sit on thrones, We knock them off and take their place, Mistake material of chrome, But had to save the human race, SPT: For humanity would die If left in the hands of spite For the story's long sojourn Faces of death untold Handed down to those Who were only left to morn, AB: In a world were born, Having insecurity and hatred, Fighting the chronic masses, Of whatevers being displayed, Draculas blood ******* days are over, Overrun with shame and regret, Like dissing two teams, And never looking back , amazed by it, SPT: As I rise above he ashes Lifting my spirit to wind Never looking back again Defeated they stand Together we win As silence summons the horizons Standing under her son Triumph births the dawn, AB: We do what we desire, In your dreams there are no rules, Birthing creations and cable wires, Knowing there is no limit to what you do, SPT: Then cut these strings And free me to roam For what life is this If I can never Be at home, These words like wires String from vein Is not free will to hone Learning my desire Self empower.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
"Self Empower (collab w/ SPT ❤)"
AB: Kings that sit on thrones, We knock them off and take their place, Mistake material of chrome, But had to save the human race, SPT: For humanity would die If left in the hands of spite For the story's long sojourn Faces of death untold Handed down to those Who were only left to morn, AB: In a world were born, Having insecurity and hatred, Fighting the chronic masses, Of whatevers being displayed, Draculas blood ******* days are over, Overrun with shame and regret, Like dissing two teams, And never looking back , amazed by it, SPT: As I rise above he ashes Lifting my spirit to wind Never looking back again Defeated they stand Together we win As silence summons the horizons Standing under her son Triumph births the dawn, AB: We do what we desire, In your dreams there are no rules, Birthing creations and cable wires, Knowing there is no limit to what you do, SPT: Then cut these strings And free me to roam For what life is this If I can never Be at home, These words like wires String from vein Is not free will to hone Learning my desire Self empower.
me and the lovely SPT ♥♥
arcassin-burnham
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
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