I hope a cancer claims you that stem cells could have cured.
And as you're puking out your guts from chemo, and dying in your bed,
I hope your »
Bastard
Judas Goats and Dieseleaters
by Ed Gein
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that a smile will flag me down.
Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort;
Well-being stems not from love.
Anguish proves to be my only means »
For the World
A Profound Hatred of Man
by Shai Hulud
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that a smile will flag me down.
Sadly I?e learned there? no truth in comfort;
Well-being stems not from love.
Anguish proves to be my only means »
For the World [Cad's First Demo]
A Comprehensive Retrospective
by Shai Hulud
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marrow transplant,
Was my only chance they said.
Chemotherapy was just a 1% chance
But if I could find a donor with identical stem cells,
I could »
Triumph of Mercy
Triumph of Mercy
by Mortification
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Fountain of youth is here
The act of living unforgiving such a slow decay
We watch free-radicals erode
Stem-cell technology is overriding DNA
They »
Fountain of Youth
Astrology
by Cage
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spontaneous combustion fills up ya head
Radiation from ya cell phone, layers off the ozone
Introducin' the first human clone
Ya hear me, it's the stem cell »
Book of Life
Code: Red
by Remedy
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QB rebels we attack on all levels
We'll decrease ya red blood cells if all else fails
Chop up your body send ya frame through the mail
Now where that »
That Shit
Y2K
by Screwball
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blades at the poly eurothane
escarpment desert terrain
go against the grain of sand dune. electric jellyfish
telepathy. just desserts. superiorbelly
stem »
Imhotep
Quicksand
by Noah23
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portable mayhem that stems from every a sentence burdened
And it's the result of sheep refusing to be herded
Radio, television mixer, hand cannons
Ying »
Time Capsule
Celestial Clockwork
by Vast Aire
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about me)
stem cell research there's another you another me
(I'm just hustling in the streets tryin' to flip a couple keys)
With what goes up, must »
Slow Down
Carnival, Vol. 2: Memoirs of an Immigrant
by T.I.
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Talking on my cell phone to Puff Daddy at the Grammy's
Told him "Put me on the guestlist!"
Got backstage and hung Brandy with a rusty ass necklace
They went »
Liberty
The Underground Railroad
by Masterminds
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a table for 20 players and mobsters?
Rollie's glisten, diamonds gleamin
Beepers beepin, cell phones ringin
(Hold up) This Haystak
(What you doin' later on?) »
Down South Players
Car Fulla White Boys [Street Flavor]
by Haystak
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Lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning hell
A steady heart must seal her back within her crimson cell
And thou who didst release »
Crimson/Crimson II [Continued]
When All Is Said
by Edge of Sanity
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