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I hold the world on my shoulders and my crew doesn’t know it. Kill, slay, that’s my job. They speak on things they know nothing about. That’s just me now, a soul left and gone as the situation escalates. The death of my own and theirs wears the devils wardrobe. I don’t stop to think amd and I soon as I give the orders, watch them fall and scream as I I watch as I stand next to them. Death an ally and my weapon a friend. A soul lost for a soul saved. Never before have I imagined such an atroshish outcome. But here I am and here I come. Ain’t ever suppose to show it but that’s not how this works. You came for us and now like the battle already feels lost even though it’s won. Again and again a soul lost and a soul gained. Guess what…. you fucking won behind broken blue eyes. Blood stained blonde hair with a soulless look. Guess what it’s just fine because why wouldn’t be so long as it not yours. Get fucked and get lost as the words leave my lips before I let this go any further. Frankly I’m sick of talking so let this end. End to end and soul for soul…. Let it end with me. The last soul alive to witness and the last to stare at death….. the last…. The last to face…..

Rap, sad