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Suppurated boils cover your face |
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Gushing down your chin, superabundant |
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Pus Epileptic scraggly limbs leave a weightless impression |
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Nailed to a wooden cross |
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Like thumbtacks to a wall |
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I made you a martyr |
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Like hundreds before |
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Picking you off the hazy streets |
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The missing of a crackhead junkie |
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Crown of thorns placed on your head now |
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Piercing through your empty skull |
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Snorting up the stench of blood |
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Profane creation, added to my quantum |
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I made you a martyr |
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Like hundreds before |
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I crack head vigilante |
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Exalted above all law |
