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roll on with times that chime and rhyme and believe it or die. then hold the weapon up to ur head pull the trigger but u aint dead the bullet is so sticky stuck to the ocean of thought im done im angry im ready to rot so i end this line with a punctual period(.) hate equals me and my mind having sex with the reaper so im dark and im ready crimson with stabbing hate but i love it i loathe it and and now you better be ready to rate me and myself and dont forget i for i am the devil in your mind's eye so now stab at my heart and love with a trap cuz im ready to die and beloved enough to iSNAP! |