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Ona dark night, i spoke to the dark gods of the sky, who embraced me maliciously in the night while i cried.
They said they'd give me the powers to rhyme, only if i succumb to daemonic possesion of mind.
so when you look at me, and see a mouth, eyes, hands, fingers and toes, teeth, hair, ears cheekbones and a nose, realize that there is a malevolent daemon who coincides with intent to destroy all weak minds that resist and subside.
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