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seal the flows amongst infinity gems where realness grows
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sends you to hell after acheivin heights to kiss heaven
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fists toss organs as if it were death and darkness' weddin
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they live now we spy how heads wanna follow stances
but like chronic gamblers puttin the bank on hollow chances
you kids should have known better like blown leathers
theres holes in your theories of awkwardly thrown letters