XXXVI, by Sumit Singh
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dark souls, they say, thinks alike
forbidden human, anyway, want to fight
heavy popes and their blistering stride
and money-mongers, yeah, have all the delight
my way, the world is reaching the fence
where there is no religion and offence
coming to the bright lightful dawn
i put no pimps, no leaders, no cons
we have the world and to get it now
and hell we don't know how the hell how
and before i sink into deep sleep
make sure about the sleep of all creeps |
Posted: 2005-10-13 19:57:54 UTC |
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2005-10-19 17:14:55 | Sandwich Massacre |
the flow comes naturally from you
it's melodic and passionate and YOU, i imagine.
good stuff |