Master Of Arts
I take charge on my mystical quest with every syllable said it's hard to picture it's visual depth...
Faced with lifes difficult test it is correct I'm vividly blessed although u might think I'm possessed...
considered a threat, with a chiselled defense I compose biblical text...
With a physical sense, that's capable of tearing thru ur mitchell an ness...
If u confess, u won't have to deal with having to live with regret...
While ur playing with ur mythical fictional friend I'm out shining from my driven success...
I carry the cross in various sorts, from hanging off my neck to across my leg...
Sometimes I'm a nauseous wreck, often
minds inside a gauntlet set to contain my force, I'm bred to withstand any false contempt...
I can torch against any course u set till I'm more commenced...
Have all these vets forfeit, yes. I'm a legend in the game...
With a devilish rage embedded in my brain if ever I'm engaged...
If u step into the paint don't expect it to be made...
In a domestic state, with a better taste for content in every single page...
Master of arts, with the passion to react in the dark if i'm attacked or I'm harmed...
As the chapters are captured I start to involve the wrath of a god...
It's nothin I stuff em thru a garbage disposal an cut em up, I organdone u...
shank or carve the sharpest bone thru ur arm n throat n give em more wisdom than barnes n noble...
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