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Dec 2015
Death...
Destruction erosion
Eruption explosion
Compulsive emotion
Divided by demons
And what was the quotient
Impulsive implosion
It ***** when you blow it
That shoulder's the coldest
You're stuck feeling frozen
Overcome by the moment

None is more free
than the man with no motive
He knows it
The life of a loner
chose it
Cause even his closest
bogus

Friends are hidden corpses
Trapped inside colossus corpus
Where the Devil's ego grows too big enormous when we're dormant

Racing through the floor
for blood and gore
to stick a fork in
Devil blacked out
woke up feeling
on his forehead
He was hornless

Touring door to door in
Southern Kemet
Selling hope with
All the people
Who had taken
What he witnessed
For a joke

When he spoke
His followers quote

But watered-down the quality
Of the words
in the knowledge he wrote

So over time via scribe
the mythology ghost
Would come back to **** reality
And haunt the people
lil mind purge for my own sanity
bjynxthelyric
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bjynxthelyric  the infinite
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