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Thunder storms bring rain, That makes the sky black. Snowstorms bring hail, That hurts my back. *My knees creak and snap they didn't used to be that way The weather, wet and cold Snap, crackle pop, those days* Sub zero temperatures, Blazing, fierce heat. How I manage to still live, Is a pretty sick feat. *Life is measured in time in strength and determination while standing in the fallout line the doorway, to damnation* The weaker die off, The stronger stay alive. Tis the survival of the fittest, Where only the best may thrive. *Forgotten are the heroes who don't reach their hands down to pull up the weakest so, none of us will drown*
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
Survival Of The Fittest (ft. Temporal Fugue)
Thunder storms bring rain, That makes the sky black. Snowstorms bring hail, That hurts my back. *My knees creak and snap they didn't used to be that way The weather, wet and cold Snap, crackle pop, those days* Sub zero temperatures, Blazing, fierce heat. How I manage to still live, Is a pretty sick feat. *Life is measured in time in strength and determination while standing in the fallout line the doorway, to damnation* The weaker die off, The stronger stay alive. Tis the survival of the fittest, Where only the best may thrive. *Forgotten are the heroes who don't reach their hands down to pull up the weakest so, none of us will drown*
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
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