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Feb 9
Path of destruction, in other words wrath cannot touch me.
Yeah I'm practically hovering on the nucleus of rap and percussion.
Religious while I'm battling others, this the genesis that slaps in a cudgel.
Lock down while acting above it, been sleeping well on a mattress of money.
In a world that we naturally smother, love and the lack in need of it.
They wouldnt care until it actually crumbled.
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Main Character  M/C
(M/C)   
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     ---, Immortality and Lighthouse
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