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Nov 2022
Societies fall in minutes
They try to condition our living
March to martial law for freedom or die in your home.


If you ask me
They want to turn all
you love into a prison
Pardon me lately
All sides of me been clashing
Who knows? If I am living or trippin.
Blind to the *******.
Not obstructing my vision.
Don't fight without a reason
You can become infinite
Boundless to carry the skies
I am one on the rise
Beyond the sky's limit!
Descovia
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