Take a deep breath and hold on tight,
unleash your mind, prepare to fight,
tailor your weapons and don't be afraid,
in this new world your top of the grade,
that's my boy your knuckles are white,
you heard me whisper...it's time to fight.
Your veins fulfill with midnight blue,
like ocean and earth your one in two,
your greatest loss, my sweetest taste
I bow my head and begin to grace.
You walk through thoughts darker than black,
and into my arms thats where it's at,
for this the beginning a new born plan,
you're no longer known as a human fan,
so rest your bones for night to fall,
as sundown brings a human mall,
a day in my mind you've done well my kin,
tomorrows lesson...a day of sin
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