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72 inches of Rock an Durt lay on toP of me, stray Bullet to the Dome from The home accross the street just accident aint Shit I can say to change to the fact That Im dead and this dude still cant aim. No beef practice makes perfect. even though technically he's blind he still got a permit missile's and hand Pistol semi or full auto Millitary grade or consumer turn the brains into tomato that bold spit like covid invokes this neurosis Within it's hostest infecting its emotions walking around aimlesly wondering where all the hope went. quarantine got home bodies feeling all sorts of home sick. people done fucking lost it. something holding them hostage deep inside of there conscious. growing disturbed and toxic the world Viewed through the optics of somebody with no logic apitite for destruction without concern of what the cost is The lesser Of two evils Both sides run bY Devil's each one Fucked up on Different on Different levels Atmospheric static fear