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i pray dear god the end is near, cleanse my sins with enemies tears, a fatal dose, a cynical sip, i found my edge, life's eroding my cliff as i reach for the stars to scale new heights, i come neck to blade with the grim reapers scythe razor blade tipsy on crimson concoctions, i'm moved with the wind the world is a mosh pit
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
Dizzy Spell
i pray dear god the end is near, cleanse my sins with enemies tears, a fatal dose, a cynical sip, i found my edge, life's eroding my cliff as i reach for the stars to scale new heights, i come neck to blade with the grim reapers scythe razor blade tipsy on crimson concoctions, i'm moved with the wind the world is a mosh pit
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
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