they all come in numbers.
just waiting in the dark, they hate summer.
in this world we riding on, aint no lovers.
all i see is abandon and aborted figures, aint no mothers.
witnesses come in numbers like matrices.
they'll be eating your flesh, your brain like mantises.
sacrifises come in numbers like in secret services.
you will be decimating your brothers just gain a taste of it.
fame come in numbers like artist over instruments.
they'll be singing rubbish just to get prominent.GOD IS THEY KEY TO OUR LIVES.!
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