Despite our superiority complex..
A mere majority of us lacking support from each other, born to be brothers, but morals were torn from each of us, and every effort is left for dead and then pored in the gutters// words are just swords in the butter -scratching the surface, surfing the web without an actual purpose, its like an axe to the dermis, curtains, leaving a blood bath in your thermos// the wrath is the verdict -a certain end to it all, and then it evolves, death has been solved, hit in the head with a medicine ball, clenching your fists -isometrics involved, the eccentrics appalled, light switches flipped -left in the fog// i sentence you all to a better tomorrow -so get it together, or your heads'll be severed, this is the clever return of your mod -thought i left you forever?
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-A.bove T.he R.est
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