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The time has come the venom should spilled outside,

the veins are grown can take it any more,

sharp object hold in hand, slowly cut the fucken veins,

see the blood spill onto the floor,

red blood turning into dark soul,

no way out no return can say my bad

and patch the blood it will spilled till I fall down,

no fear of dying

cause I stand tall seen my life ending on my spills of blood, fuck it pass the blunt,

one buff, two buff,

shit I fly high,

I disrespect your grave I know my bad,

but the mind needed a relief so I choused to fly high,

the day is ended the effect is gone,

more blood is spilled as my words are said,

I sit on the floor all covered up,

thinking of past and present

seeing the venom spilled out

the darkness is out my blood is clean

now I now can happily get up,

to mistake it was the last ounce

I had in my body so I lay down in the pool of red walls,

stayed standing strong but as my venom was burst to pure oxygen my life is gone