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Sittin' down with a pad and a pen, at it again,
Sippin' a whiskey fifth, lit. Let the havoc begin...
It's a sad state of affairs when there's hate in the air, this quick,
They can't compare what's made in apparent mischief...
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I've been thinking 'bout a girl that I knew... her skin and her hair on my fingers,
I've been drinking and been hurling it too... I've been here, and I been worse...
The vanilla in the air only lingers... Echoes from a pair of lonely singers,
Ghostly clear then never there... Weird ephemeral tear... Love mostly stings... Burns...
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If I was a stronger man, I would act in ways I knew to be right,
And if I took a longer stand, I would have to be bathed in a muted light...
Standing at the top of a tower, hopped up on power,
Naked waist and complacent, facing hate and devastation...
At the end of a long gore plan, my woods hacked and decayed... what a putrid sight...
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One day, I will be skeleton dirt, hella inert. Bones clothed in roaches. You eva wondered,
What a sunrise looks like, one eye crooked right, the other decaying as the weather thundered?
When my heart stops beating, stops bleeding, mops needing a home can find shelter in the love that I've known,
Until then, I'm a devil with a pen, high mud river bends. Souls and minds swelter in the flood that I've thrown...
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