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Aug 2016
Below the vest, deep in his chest,
I see the soul ive put to rest
The broken vains, just freed from chains,
Now slowly shatter apart remains.
With his last breathe, I crush his chest,
I'm sure now he'll be gone for best
Pick apart brains and scatter remains
Knowing **** well what ive rept.
Eyes stone cold, never to see again
Ears thrown clear of the ditch I dig fast.
Better believe what you've just seen
Cuz there ain't no going back.
As I burry whats left, I feel nothing left,
But this is just my reality I've kept,
You best believe never to **** with me,
Or who's hole am I digging next?
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   Mozalios and Rhet Toombs
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