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Hitting bedrock in my bedroom Doom ahead, letting ******* led soon Boom through my head shred, spread gloom Fool enticed by his own admission On a mission to set to fruition Either nightmare or a dream Not sure yet if he's **** or cream But quick to jump on sucker who thinks he's lean. Fleeing from battle that he seems to have been in. He thinks he's hit his stride Pridefuly say, that his opponents just die Living in a dazzling, sugered up lie Thinking on a fly about how not to cry If somebody sly may notice and apply The logic that he's shrine is not that divine.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
Haunted
Hitting bedrock in my bedroom Doom ahead, letting ******* led soon Boom through my head shred, spread gloom Fool enticed by his own admission On a mission to set to fruition Either nightmare or a dream Not sure yet if he's **** or cream But quick to jump on sucker who thinks he's lean. Fleeing from battle that he seems to have been in. He thinks he's hit his stride Pridefuly say, that his opponents just die Living in a dazzling, sugered up lie Thinking on a fly about how not to cry If somebody sly may notice and apply The logic that he's shrine is not that divine.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
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