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Infinite, Perfect, God-like Knowledge (Killjoy)
"Fine ass bitches we'll take em to the strip. We got purple crystals and bottle service and a little gold man with a morphine drip with particles of faith all leading to this. Igneous waves of godly-fathered postulated, Killjoy common sense, Swallowing narcissus, Repulsive opposites, Like-sign confidence, "keep your cognitive thoughts in line with us" omnipresent, Arson-heaven, cops N' weapons, Gods N' peasants, Armageddons, lawless endings, cock N' heifers, "lawd forgive us", I'll bare witness, omnipotence, innocence, in a sense, finished. Get a grip on the imminent, not-so distant, infinite abyss, integrated oblivion, listen and witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! I got a bad bitch in the back of my cavernous vacuum and we're puffin' crack fumes, damn you pass a few smack cubes and we'll go back to the pad and smash till past two. Dangerous fuckboy love hell scorn in the form of a war-torn, coarsening gore, forging the poor with poison galore while orphans implore for a smorgasbord. Oh my lord, I'll beg you to fight while the mice keep their eyes on horizons of light. Divine is the mind, which righteous inside, kindness and vibrant cycles divide. Inclined to reside past the confines of time while all while grinding top of vials painted white. Keep your bowels in sight cause they just might leave ya, Pleasure breeds amnesia. Oh grim reaper, we beseech ya, touch our tyrannical leaders, keep us free from deaths cold fingers, ignite the caves where passion lingers, fleeting conscience, dreams of monsters, start beef with oldworld demon politics. Retreat is strategic, it's leaving the beast before sin seeps through the lesions of defeat. Meet me in seething grease! We'll eat through the creeping diesel piece by piece. Godless lobbyists, palsy communists, pulsating blocks of dishonest populous. I see a bitches with blissful butts importune you to resist the big booty lust. Logic seems so caustic to all yall narcissists, common politics. Kills my honor, steals my authors. Fear fathered a belligerent son, constituent of the massive golem. Yo never get hitched with a bitch who's batshit, Remember always drink paint on the Sabbath."
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