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Metatron

Militant demise,
This mill a tent my rise sunshine  aint too ecliped...
Mind over weak clips this movie mine,
See the v clips this movement rise,
Maya angelou banned and broke but this beat fixed...
Preachers dont see demons clearly,
Black cabinet rock cabins locked....
This madness shocked my pineal...
This mattress soft like new threads...
So passive  i cant cant be lead,
I keep my ink on my legs,
Like speed of light see this  beam of light...
Sunshine on my head...
Some seamless tights i been wearing joggers...
So priceless we stare at bibles,
New enoch he metatron,
So eiffel we close to God...
Keep rifles at hand...
Midnight im poached wit a bagg of potions my kites in the wind...
But im go tell the breeze...
Politely sail at ease...
Written by POEADREAM37
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