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Tribulation

my kingdom of negative equity
still breakin' my back to donate to charity
put up my tree at the start of October
still, before I know it, the holidays over
I hope I can make it to the 26th
rationed and split in half
to keep my constant fix
I put myself in the hole 'cause there's
a guarantee they'll pour the concrete
frozen in place
drowned in the grout;
grey heap
death warrant signed and sent
day of my birth
been waitin' ever since
here at the Crossroads of earth
conceived by the seed of lust in the womb of greed
and spawned forth paired with Satan
soley
soul-ley
spiritually
sewn together
his demon killer,
catcher,
trapper,
captor,
bounty hunting seed
my necessity is borne of evil
for the better, greater good
or otherwise, of need
you cannot deny my shared,
shattered soul
and how of all Seven-Ten I control
and now, I've got to go
and collect and trap the 72
who flew the brazen tea pot
cuckoo clock of hell
you wanna stand
past the end of man
when mountains crumble
and the seas swallow up
the earthly shell
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I was borne in the soul of misery and I never had me a name... they just gave me a number when I was young... ***BANNED IN A HUNDRED THOUSAND COUNTRIES*** more…

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