Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
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SiX 8 seVen
My day is not filled with empty, i take my break, my area of silence, the reaper of fake - The V to violence, i am the pestilance for resistance - No element with the fulfillment to a cause - Why act, when you never experienced the lies to the fact, of lies, who pushed pause - Do i bribe the bride, white to be alive, forever the truth to a lie - If i sell you the deed to heaven, the number an eight, who wants to buy - the dice rolled for a six, just to hit seven
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