You find these rhymes at a climbing distance,
you fight the urge which remains relentless.
Entrenched in the need to feed off the freed minds.
Harbouring hate, sulphate , demons disguesed as fate
Too late you feel?
I'll tell you whats real
Parallel to fantasy, relying on this global catastophe to un-fold and solder
the existing hate between races
Try to create
A shield to weild when your mind switches over
to darker sides where i permanently reside
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