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Blacksmith Vs Wordsmith

The blacksmith a gunsmith he says he is, therewith aligned with Lilith Giving birth to death and pestilence, his allegiance is to his conscience, which is Greed. See how he and the rhythm of his essence is corrupt, So allow me to interrupt his rhythm for I am, the brain of the wordsmiths stem Verbally I strike until I reaches and breeches spinal cord, so let this be a scripted record of how my words can make you bow. So can you, let alone will you, still go, toe to toe with me, in this On who is the righteous smith?

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