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Unfate

Brain a little different
Sensitive and pimpin it
Ever since I limped in
And shouted, "Bring the gimp in
A little simple and
plain Jane's addiction
The claim that stains my diction
Remains that dude be fighting
All the moods that spite him
foolishly delighted
in the fact he's frightened
Unusually enlightened
The sort of sordid ordinance
That always moves to write them
But the blues be bright when
The fool is up inside them
The lightning from my lighter
Strikes the joint, then I be high again
I again, but not alone this time
My tribes been signing in
And I'm finding them
Be the ones that's finding me I see
BRB
Going back to bring the real I need
To the future I can be
To the past I pay some heed
But not enough to keep me hiding
Alive again
My light was dim I found a match
My fire grins
 it's blinding
not binding, in pyro mode and
 I illuminate
Allow all ya'll to choose your face
Birth of the new you
Go ahead and lose your fate
Written by beanbandit (Unfate the death shaman)
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