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And Hell Followed With From Burning Sentiments

There will always be hope And in my refusal to drown beneath the currents, I with calloused hands have reached into the abyss and drawn forth from the

the heaven sent I'm home melted chrome and twisted metal, Surrealist literature from the seamless vessel The dark arts incantations and spell craft circles and

Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and

you and send you to a holy land Lord know a man, sharp blades slash your vitals Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles Homicidal, Hologram

the view I got two words for Bloomberg and Giuliani Fuck you George Bush and the Illuminati I wanna go to the oval office and pop a few and act out

light Looking down upon the field Where Vikings fight with axe and shield On stallions black as night With eyes burning red They ride with thunder to

in hell you'll just have to burn The devil tell lies and try to trick yo soul to receive it They tell you that my Lord ain't coming' back and you believe

eternity Bring forth the kingdom of fear and lies Take me to the world where happines dies In the abyss they feel the storming night Sent with desire

seen and with a blank stare she turned and walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would follow me the rest of my life. Success agreed with