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you see Mr Savage, my special conditioning has allowed for all this, even though it's prohibited for everyone, for those of us who must ultimately guide other to do what is right; it is imperative to understand the lure of what is wrong.
Black hand tactics, weight of the earth transit, art of war from way behind the door. The Chess peice takes step from the dark side of the moon, fourscore, there's no motion no more, the law of the one plus four, the star, the mans hand, the microcosm, microwave the once sacred land.
To get in it is not just to win it but begin the descent to the hellbent, your terms spent, depressed dense cigar smoke the man toke, the accountant has spoke; "Crew cut you cunt," Individuality melts. Stripped of your medals and belts, play your position and know your place, this is a dark unspoken race.
We're young men and we've learned to run again, the moves made from the dark are surfacing, the sheep dogs with the keys to fate, on an oath to Solomon x2
Vacate the already vacant premisise, nemesis, swinging back around faith killing this, temper is steady and undercontrol; incharge of it, at my will i release the lock, rage hitting harder bitch. A jekyl and hyde is stepping in time to leave every other cunt dumbed down with insectacide, infected rhymes will test your mind, the sign of the crimes, a beast riddle; i keep fiddling folk with the underdog yolk, the dark egg, you've never seen a man with such hardened mind games, a rock steady and stronger foundationed domain of a man, insane is the plan, creating an apathy trap, last to laugh, fuck twiddle thumbs; i'm heating up obituary styled beats, capturing beelzeboth to work for higher powers i put reins on the scum fucks; the slaves mop the scum drops.
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worm66,
released September 18, 2013
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