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"Next" (The name of the beat the verse was written to); Click below to hear the beat, made by yours truly.
https://soundcloud.com/sacrifice/next My pain is approaching apex. Embracing the soul: my brain stretched through the corridors of space, catching panic. A forty floor collapse from the mortar, war in enormous chords, rhythm, chaos and gore. And lords rule the quarter with rhetoric, a seance explored to discover the hordes in exodus. Penmanship: the trump and the sword. A vengeance myth, but still my sentence lives. A sentence of life in the meta. A tamed fox with the grey hare of the "apoc"; face locked in confusion. In flames, lots have been ruined... I'm choosing music, a fluid dynamic existing with true fire, dancing in loose fibers. Resisting your soothsayers. Not afraid to embrace a change in the scheme. 'Cause these raging reprieves are danger to me, but truth ranges from greatness to weakness. My name is in leagues with pagan elites. My pages are freedom for the enslaved and the meek.
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Last edited by sacrifice; 02-07-2014 at 08:04 PM. |
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