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Feb 2016
I'm quick at the wrist.
A flick of that ****
You wake in abyss.
Another reality like Oculus Rift.
~Optimus BLitZeD~
Black Ops, buy from black shops, optimal risks.
Red dot on bad cops, interchangeable clips .
Turtle shells on roof tops, Splinter-cell capable, slips
In undetected. 50 cal. hits that face and just rips
Past skin, bone, and cartilage to the brain stem in bits.
Cartridges plus marksmanship equal carnage, be ****** if he lives.
Walk up with a raptor claw and stick the blade in his ribs.
Zigzag pattern, give the pastor a call, split um down to the hips.
Zig Zags, smoking green pastures, a  blunt and a spliff.
Deceptively a cybernetic artist of the con, rearranges and shifts.
Fall of Cybertron, with Nike's on, im a hyper ROM with no grip.
I'm ill. No face. Can't feel it.  I'm sick.
Your witnessing the transcendence of
~Optimus BLitZeD~
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