The unknown translocates wandering asunder blunders as lowering rope in fits of defiance fly and die the sky and spy blood and water a nail to mix green and hopeless for a fix -- Ready ready are you ready for this -- A mission of fate beyond beyond the belly of hate beyond surface of love or mystery of mercy -- Only to die with hope strung around my neck cherishing the crossbones bread and circus thickflowing taggers and daggers meticulously jacked.
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