April
May 2009
This shining city built of gold, a far cry from innocence, There's more than meets the eye round here, look to the waters of the deep. A city of evil. There sat a seven-headed beast, ten horns raised
Shh be quiet, you might piss somebody off Like me motherfucker, you've been at it for too long While you feed off others insecurities You stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds (Self-right
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