S.I.T.S.mature
Silent spaces
Have violent faces
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Life will blast to traces
Exploding in the radius
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NoBODY made me-- noBODY made us
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I'm that shark with hands and feet on the beach
Cutting throats with imbedded teeth in my speech
Unleashing a relentless, unmentionable release
Making that internal burning for eternal peace
Like God, deceased,
Dying in the domino of falling life as I'm increased
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