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Outer Heaven
Grenades handy enough to efface
Try to evade I'll catch you every time
A Krueger dream state
Magicians a 5th dimension of endless
Witness a new type of sickness
when the pen is gripped with in
My hands skin, anti elapsing
receptiveness and the will to let it get
Up to here to this point
Took six years and plenty joints
Now all I want is revenge
In trees hunting til the evening
Compress the nonsense
I am a make shift for hatred
Isolated, Dilated pupils
Thoughts and reality are not neutral
Warning Skeptics Im an infection
And
There is no god practicing for a vaccine
To stop the flesh eating half being
The eagerness to relieve this shit
Not allotted enough minuets To paint what was intended
Plus every day seems very strange
My brains state is decaying at the same pace since I wrote my first line in eighth grade
Hand of God, when I write,but thats be cause I'm partly on
Liquid acid drops,
The gifted astronaut
Stuck in the matrix, A circle with only fake hints
Best believe the recipe thats in the pot settling
Is everything a human shouldn't come in contact with
Unnatural gift, Now all I need to acquire is patients
Sleeping in someone elses basement just waiting
For the perfect moment, Turn into serpent omen
Hurt and curse then keep earth frozen
Try to evade I'll catch you every time
A Krueger dream state
Magicians a 5th dimension of endless
Witness a new type of sickness
when the pen is gripped with in
My hands skin, anti elapsing
receptiveness and the will to let it get
Up to here to this point
Took six years and plenty joints
Now all I want is revenge
In trees hunting til the evening
Compress the nonsense
I am a make shift for hatred
Isolated, Dilated pupils
Thoughts and reality are not neutral
Warning Skeptics Im an infection
And
There is no god practicing for a vaccine
To stop the flesh eating half being
The eagerness to relieve this shit
Not allotted enough minuets To paint what was intended
Plus every day seems very strange
My brains state is decaying at the same pace since I wrote my first line in eighth grade
Hand of God, when I write,but thats be cause I'm partly on
Liquid acid drops,
The gifted astronaut
Stuck in the matrix, A circle with only fake hints
Best believe the recipe thats in the pot settling
Is everything a human shouldn't come in contact with
Unnatural gift, Now all I need to acquire is patients
Sleeping in someone elses basement just waiting
For the perfect moment, Turn into serpent omen
Hurt and curse then keep earth frozen
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