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There Is No Chance Of Ressurection Once The Section Gets To Steppin
Lined Up For Dissection You Stay Guessing Like Innocent Kids In Detention
Elusive To Detection I'm The Recollection Of A Once Important Question
Uttered By Men Who Once Held Burning Torches & Pitchforks As Weapons
The 1-Winged Nephlim Grant You Access Into The Kingdom Of Heaven....
The Legend Of 7 - I'm 3 Below 4 I Am On No - Podium Yet I Am The 1!
That Begun This Pandimonium Under Your Sun I'm Leaving Reapers Hung
My T-1000 Tongue Mimic The Strums Of An Angels Harp Once It's Strung
Open My Lungs And The Eyes Of The Evil Will Cry, And The Feeble, Will Run
Your Guns Severed With Blade Feathers The Great Hattori Hanzo Messured
Ya'll Wes Craven Pretenders Only Flirt With Darkness, This Is My Apparatus
Saviours Blood Splatters Once I Shed My Layers We Hunting Vampire Slayers
With The Mind Of Xzavier's....You Can Call Us The Weak Heart Impalers
==-Kill You While Sitting Emitting Bright Light & Dark Lazers-==
Eluminating Assassin Assailants In The Wake Of My Teams Dark Danger Gages
Firing Darts That Fly Through Bullets In Shooting Exchanges As I Turn The Pages
And Send You To Meet Familiar Strangers Like Quiet Neighbours Say Your Prayers
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