I'm bleadin hella fast. Loosin blood by the buckets.
I'm seeing bright lights, But i'm not hearing Angel trumpets.
If trouble was a substance, Then i'd be lusting for danger.
I pray to the god of anger, me and peace are perfect strangers.
You can feast on this banger. Get sustinance from my struggle.
I'm a nuclear disaster. But there's nutrition in this rubble.
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