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Feb 2015
Ill Breathe in every toxin
Ill worry about your thoughts
On the battlefield a fox
Running as if chased by cops
I drink from the mainstream
Like all the other sheep
Keep my belongings close
Without them i will weep

I only attack in a pack
Strength resides in numbers when individuals slack
Im accepting gradually..that
I myself intact
Embody immorality
It sinks into my sanity
Spreads throughout my veins
I know this isn't right
But i am so disgusting...

Sike ^.^

Ill exhale every toxin without breathing them in
Ill push your thoughts aside
And let mine fly like wind
A giant on the battlefield
Running as if chased by cops
Are the warriors below
claiming they could **** a man
who's toes matched their ego size
drinking from the stream thats main has never been
very wise

The FED would tell you other wise
Stuff your mind with advertisements, Faulty news, and other lies
Tell you things that they say are important while our brothers die
Setting up the world for richer classes to stay glorified
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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