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Since day one I was seen as a thriller. The dopamine intact obscenities hold the new killer. Can’t take all the goods in life you had stored, because time is up and you were ignored. Lord can I take a simple breath a combination not including entrapment or death. What’s next up for the trapped and cursed? The city of life and death makes the climb. It was originated in the face of the crime. 
 No more for gang related and frustrated. This new age of doing time is now upgraded for the sedated. Wicked times for wicked crimes. Aim straight next time you have to relate to the great. 3d blows your mind as the sleepy are awaken and the hellish are forsaken. This is unholy life that had me at a young age shaking. This is madness in the making.  
 Unearth the true life verse. Don’t curse with the verb. Isolate and do not disturb, and the functioning ghost moves on to the next. Perplexed ready to take form, as the meek take form. So many today die without a true morn. New alarming testimonies now reveal so many die hungry with evil intentions while the rich get richer, the weak will multiply quicker. Hand his majesty the ace because he was brought up to take over. The reigns are now discovered. The justice was now uncovered. In the city you thought you knew. All that was left was the love for a few.

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