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im a mentally psychic, make your flesh creep at the end of the war i was in a deep sleep i sail over wisdom sea on a raft of knowledge i strived to catch my life back, but it still on garbage disobedience what am there for, but i pray for the lord and i rather +die+ my heart white, before i knock on his door cuz im a vandal of "FUR", i kill candles of sore i school your brain nigga, like you ain't pappy no more i drink bottles of gore, piss in the devil's store without respect of whoever doesn't know language of lore you still alive bitch, cuz i left a few soul in you you can't even see blur, its a new life for you its QUIP mothafucka leakin a pure fury on you...