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Unlucky Others

This man I've seen is so obscene, his ugly features make me scream. 
From square-shaped eyes to bulging thighs, he must be some agent in disguise. 
His deodorant is not resistant, his body hair is non-existent, and yet he is still so persistent. 
I can't stand living with this dude, I'm leaving now, or he might get sued. 
For everyone else, ya'll are screwed.

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Stalkers Creed

Don't think me weird it's creepy at the very least, I simply use your body for my eyes to feast. 
For every little change your gentle body makes, I'll remember it, the mental snapshot that my 
brain just takes. 
I follow you through every place you've ever stood, I live across the street in your own 
neighborhood. 
I remember every choice, every simple, good deed. You see I only live by the Lonely Stalker's 
Creed.

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Good Life

Word up to all my home G dudes, Colin, Jake, and Tom Cruise. 
I've brought to us some pimpin news, we've surpassed all of dem other crews. 
Our sales are up, our "items" go by, the things we sell make them sky-high. 
They be wantin more, but our stocks are low, there is one thing, that I know: A shipment came 
in, just today, we'll bust a cap, take it away. 
We'll smoke it off, live like kings, we'll buy ourselves some shiny rings. 
We'll be identified, through our bling. 
And that my friends, is what life bring

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Clash Between Two Ends

My heart's as dark as sin, I'm Satan's closest kin, my power held within, the light shall never 
win. 
Flames rise from down below, my throne will only grow, you mortals all shall know, your 
suffering is slow. 
A clash between two ends, each realm begins to blend, the forces that we bend, the soldiers that 
we send. 
Centuries of war, a pact, they made, we swore, no blood, no death, no gore, but still each other 
we abhor.

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The End

Endless poison seeping in, coursing, crossing, blood runs thin. 
Lying, dying, breath exhales, lung intake just simply fails. 
Pouring, storing left aside, the antidote is at my side. 
Resting, testing out of reach, unable to call out with speech. 
Crying, trying to survive, through all of this am I alive? 
Fading, trading realms of life, clutching this serrated knife. 
Ending, sending darkened soul, relieve my pain, make me whole.

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Lost Faith

Mortal fool upon this day, your endless sins are your dismay. 
For every crime you shall pay, since when was your faith cast away? 
From the righteous path you are astray, listen close to what I say: All hope has reached its 
exhaust, your earthly pleasures, at what cost? 
From fiery flames, to icy frost, your soul remains forever lost.