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May 2021
When you unveil the threshold, how many will be standing bold,
High and mighty, like the gods, above the stars and the seas,
But I sees, nothing but fawned misery, adopted to a silent imagery,
Be like me, they say, chase the riches, soon to get hit by the pitches,
They must have a receipt, because I see the price tag of their souls,
Stretched on the invisible vessels, and ocean of fire, for material desires,
Long horns, with blow horns, sounding alarms, in hell farms,
Look at em, standing fancy, steadfast the dead, with a painted mask,
Caught under the lights of a flash, soul captured like liquor flask,
Boiling to a degree, hotter than the suns diameter, frequency,
Stay tuned, the twlight is real, its already here, cant you feel,
It in the air, like Collins, I took notes, scribbles of life, off of piling,
The life of the, rich and famous, the more the fame the more the ****,
They became, and the same, folks will wanna switch over, when it's over,
Time stamped, file cabinets open, scoping, and these thieves hopin,
That they get the spare, but all they gone see is despair, in the mirror yeah,
Walked over the scorned man, with luggage in the trash can, understand,
The mercedes might be on the high end, but your soul was destined, to sin,
From the end to the beginning, we play our selves backwards, see
We come out as a seed, grown to a baby, go back into the womb, as a baby,
Into mother earth, I know my worth, much less than a penny,
Why sell a dollar, off of being a Guinea, pig you dig, **** bigwigs,
I split wigs, like raiden, death before dishonor,  ya mighty honor,
Drenched in gold plated armor, bear claws, with a lion chest, the best,
Out of the southeazt, Texas watch me bring the ruckus, and wreck this,
Head on, collision you caught the vision, before the envision,
These moby *****, tryna run ahab but I hit chu with the vocab,
Nose stabbed, from my cold pad, I thought you had, the limelight,
Turns out, you ain't got the heart to fight, feel the grotesque fright,
Deep into the night, deaths making its presence known, shown,
From face feet arms chest to collar bones, thirty minutes til ya gone,
The colder it gets, the more you think, eyes bugged out, over suspense,
Dont get tense, let it go, it's just Cerberus waiting at hells door,
The last face you see, is that off your biggest enemy, a person you ignored
In society, quietly, they gave you the godly signs, of the infinite divine,
Now you want a rewind, because the signature, was hot on the dotted line,
Too late, to shake ya date, now you the new dinner, with others souls at stake
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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