No more sequels left. None others are of equel death
everyone strings in a needle thread
good and bad. you think it's all pure then the evil spread
aye, I only give you chills to keep you fresh
windex my third eye, gotta see through head
I need new webs.. like my designs are looking garbage
my alien kind's sailing fine on pudding carpet
why stop there? I fight off bears with Cyclops stares
you'd want a ticket to the time hop fair when you see the sky pop flare
apologies to self entitled dipshits, your life's not rare
we all must adhere, die lost. Die scared.
the wise already know this. You think Wise care?
Balance all around you. Just like air
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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