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The realest shit I ever wrote.  Against all odds.

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infinite59:
It seems like I'm trapped in this evil, searchin for a life more peaceful/
I read ancient scriptures, of the supernatural to try and purify my soul/
This world is wieghing in, and causing a heavy toll, I can't ignore/
The horror it's vast, and problems seem endless, I grasp but I can't reach/
I roam the streets at night, searching for the light, but find eternal darkness/
My heart gets cold out in the rain, I feel the pain of others, but can't help/
I have nothing to offer them, for I live so deep in sin, I can't esape my own problems/
The world is filled with so much contridiction/
I can not even begin to seperate the truth from the lies/
Evil, Good are blured into one in the same, there's a thin line between love and hate/
There's truth in every Lie, and Lie's in every truth, falacy in every proof/
Sometimes when you win you really lose, It's all too confusing/
I end this verse with the question, that will remain unknown, till we lie cold on our death bed/
But what do I do until then?

maxi-padz:
shitz tight yo

bLaDe:
damn thats dope man

 -{bLaDe}

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