Mikronsac

Raw poems, buried your body in catacombs rip your soul from your limbs like brims from Jip Jones In the twightlite zone We disburse cowards Vampires that stalk earth on reverse hours Nite cause we talk a different song My attitude is gone dawn sell my jaw leave me terror squads You left breathing out of tubes straw by the markson, hornison tights for the marvolous and the charletin Raps will make your paralax my domain has power to block ****out inside days War shots fight of by the army type warlock Double's Plan is to have you drip in the clorax Beat to sleep with raise devious poses ion my peeps to walk streets with stolen heat like prometheous. elements rushing you back to hell again crush you skeleton into gelatin.