I have a golden halo, a devilish serpentine controlling angels
I'm a parable spitter, parable molder - than sold the fables
Afghan, strapped with more guns than Hitler's army arsenal
Target ghosts, light the beam through them - than part their souls
I'm a multi-syllabic rhymer, with more sharpened edges than woman
When you disappear, people won't care - like a magician's assistant...
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