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miss mine
Peace reside where the bliss lie
Know it’s different on the flip side
Spent time tryna cut the grief
Shit was bleak wore my armor but the cuts

father's son
So don't blame me, for I will become
This shadow lurks beneath my feet, as you tower over me
You can follow me, looking down on me
I will

I am the massacre
The cause of your demise
Awaken by flesh of man
Perpetual hunger rise
Beneath a sullen moon
Beyond the law of man
Tortured by

Dream of Me

Pliers

Dancehall Dons

2002

ballin but your body's callin
free fallin all in fuck the bumpin and grindin
have you jumpin and whinin
while I'm climbin i be doin groups like
Troup body

the phoenix of the free,
Fearless spirits never breaking, on and all bound by unity.

Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
A beacon in

stripped of all your armor
down to your very nature beneath the haze and vapor gaze
you're such a willing stick to beckon that wanting knife
you've been

We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
KU: Game related, raise it bit by bit
Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit
Phantasma

A cursor place in a bustling town
Where once witches were dragged down
Down by feet with stones so cold
Their tragic fates in stories told

Condemned

And when you falter, burdened by the choice to care. Weighed by armor that you wear, how much soul is left to bear?

But your wings will not last, the wax

""The 12 Week Year"" by Brian P. Moran and Michael Lennington is a book that introduces a powerful framework for achieving significant results in

that's created my darkness...
The girl beneath the skin
I thought the years had passed you by
Sitting on the shelf you never thought you'd touch the sky

Imprisoned by my selfish desire
We built this home
To thrive as one
Yet you're left to feel all alone
Your color turned to gray
My armor turned to rust
You let

sat in a game at The Miner's Saloon
Soon I had doubled my stake
The cards run like they'd been dealt by lady luck
They were just sealin' my fate

Just waiting to be unleashed
By the blood of the chosen christ
His blood shall set them free
Beneath this sacred ground lies the gate to their

By death be crowned, or live crushed beneath their blade
Of blood and rust, machines of armor and steel
Biological manipulation of life
Slaves

Make the people hold each other's hands
And fill their hearts with truth
You made up your mind so do as divined

Put on your armor ragged after

I'll grind for this shit

Free my nigga fast lane, you gon' be home in a minute
My last bitch tried to size me, I ain't no average nigga
Put a bitch

Caught in this life
As I stand on that stage
Lost and alone
In the catacombs

Caught in a web
Of deceit and lies
Lost and alone
But surrounded (by

Lost in your embrace
Drowning in your lies
A deadly addiction
My soul slowly dies
Tangled in this web
I cannot break free
Every kiss, every touch

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

The Great American Baseball Box

2005

By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,

Baby meet the beast that lives beneath my skin
Baby show me where your safe place is
I ooze in
Leave your clothes by the waterfall
Come with me this

This is how it feels to be free

Flowers in my hair, I belong by the sea
Where we used to be, sittin' by the orange trees
Summer in the air, bodies

go
Welcomed by the unknown
Divergency

In this new life I must complete
The separation of complexity
It's time to unravel the end of me
The end of me

carried on the ocean's mane
Palm trees sway in a rhythmic island breeze
Steel drums play our love song, carried by the seas

Beachside love, beneath a sky