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figaro figaro, this figurative show of acceptance, rivers flow with absolute perfection, land mines to be expected apparatuses for detecting, explosions no one was expecting, affecting the massive population of the world, dwindling and finicky, shadow cabals and mirror like symmetry, its a mystery hard hitting but no so far fetched, i expected these affects, hard solid steel stuck in the concrete, no solid appeal, you feel the dread, working up pull the pillow over your head, leave the world for dead. michaelangelo painted a frisco, Rasputin made it disco, fried chicken cooked in crisco, and i still have no clue where the fuck this will go. the devil played a lovely song for all of us to hear, a golden fiddle a battle with a man with no fear, a single tear rained down from the heavens, while the riddle of the gods left the morning star with no suns. A pitchfork carrying man tatted on some, refuses to give up until the battle is won. michaelangelo painted a frisco, Rasputin made it disco, fried chicken cooked in crisco, and i still have no clue where the fuck this will go.
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figaro figaro, this figurative show of acceptance, rivers flow with absolute perfection, land mines to be expected apparatuses for detecting, explosions no one was expecting, affecting the massive population of the world, dwindling and finicky, shadow cabals and mirror like symmetry, its a mystery hard hitting but no so far fetched, i expected these affects, hard solid steel stuck in the concrete, no solid appeal, you feel the dread, working up pull the pillow over your head, leave the world for dead. michaelangelo painted a frisco, Rasputin made it disco, fried chicken cooked in crisco, and i still have no clue where the fuck this will go. the devil played a lovely song for all of us to hear, a golden fiddle a battle with a man with no fear, a single tear rained down from the heavens, while the riddle of the gods left the morning star with no suns. A pitchfork carrying man tatted on some, refuses to give up until the battle is won. michaelangelo painted a frisco, Rasputin made it disco, fried chicken cooked in crisco, and i still have no clue where the fuck this will go.
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