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A bloodline sharpened and honed by years of misfortune, Until it comes to a fine and refined point like the tip of my jawbone blade. I am the prophet. The future seer from a family destined to muddy the waters. I stare into the eyes of the abyss until its gaze falls into my trap And my third eye opens Revealing what will be in visions from days yet to come.
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
Neoprophet
A bloodline sharpened and honed by years of misfortune, Until it comes to a fine and refined point like the tip of my jawbone blade. I am the prophet. The future seer from a family destined to muddy the waters. I stare into the eyes of the abyss until its gaze falls into my trap And my third eye opens Revealing what will be in visions from days yet to come.
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
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