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Ice Cycle

Who could prepare for madness As i embrace the moment it's like magic Hocus-pocus the devil wants to snag me In the traps he sets for the chosen imagine An athlete in hell cant you see the flash man Glass gets shattered it's like my heart shackled As the nitrogenous ignites i shoot past them Demons in the night Don't you know how a ninja stacks them A snapping turtle from a river bed to a hot-zone Now my footsteps are solid as fossils In the Himalayas, Makalu, Lahoste, I stole the flag they clocked me at sub zero Every time i freeze hell over, an ice cycle is what they call me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 1/13/2018 9:51:00 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMOI695YPX0
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Date: 7/25/2016 12:50:00 AM
Timothy, awesome read. SKAT
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Date: 2/6/2016 1:11:00 AM
Hi, Timothy, back again. I know how it feels when the D-man wants to snag the best of us. :) Well, Ice Cycle, I hope to hear from you tomorrow. Always a true friend. LINDA
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Date: 2/6/2016 1:07:00 AM
Hello, My good Texan Friend, your visits always mean a lot. I'm sending soup mail in a bit. LINDA
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