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Gleakin on these hoes like rondo Thirsty dudes get mutilated brawndo Was never fond of these hoes Cuz load the ROM play “Contra” with the bros Got the spread gun; pragmatic function; fought the Dragon Alien Then on to the “Demon Crest”; dream to glean the meaning of the quest Semen spilt in jest; waste my fiending; slip into nihilistic cess Fool with a pool to collect Take the bet; Y chromo; Rape infect Take the neck Tasteless wreck Shameful debts Found a strange manual; read the tome alone and notice the glitch in the candle And by my dancing I gather for my mother Nuit The heads of all them that are baptized in the waters of life I am the lust of the spirit that eateth up the soul of man I have prepared a feast for the adepts, and they that partake thereof shall see God Now it is clear what she has woven in her dance It is the Crimson Rose of 49 Petals, and the Pillars are the Cross She ceases to dance, and dwindles, gathering herself into the centre of the Rose Now it is seen