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mage de la métaphysique
anyone you see who seem to be spittin fires, comes along accompainied by the flaming choir. every instrument up in flames now all that the remains means to us is but another sacred day…
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Depression Session; Inability for Expression
Woe, woe, woe – woe is my foeCreature from hell, down from bellow Yo, yo, yo – yo I’ve fallen lowUp and down, the string of sorrow No, no, no – no I cannot growThere is so much more that I doth not know I want to run and run and never look backTurn the
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