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May 2017
Life is like the funniest thing, what money can bring is nothing  extreme, they funnel your dream, they ******* you beam, they ******* you clean, you *** out
They orchestrate the course of fate with morbid hate, then towards the straight path that ****** forced to take, you run until you passed out
My souls’ conflicted, I’m so restricted, I’m no statistic, I’m so sadistic that most critics over-glimpse it
I’m over-drenched in that potent stench, I’m so intense to that point my family said I’m so relentless
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     Lior Gavra and Ryan Holden
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