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The final hour is at hand Death beckoning By his side I stand Toll taking fixation Mental devastation Obscene fixation Ossein creation
crushed Best believe I'm a boss nie sam surgeon when it comes to savin ossein Guess u can't believe that I'm Bosnian 15 spitting like the best MC and I'm
She tastes behind her throat the creosote that keeps her In her own home Her ossein dome Above the cheekbones She sees herself without her hair, she
will break an ossein that holds you down I'll be your protection I'll be your provider I will curse a soul that disturbs your peace In all directions I
on my snakeoil - be one with the impure Ossein larcenist, risen from the bones of my precursor I left behind a moulted skin Soon I'll lead the way
by gore cracking ossein into nothing After present death, that is when the fun begins Destroying dead life when there's light inside the eyes
Molest your mind, straight to the rind, With wires melded to your ossein. Now, long gone are the days of old, When life had meaning, soft or bold; c
ossein clefts As dermis comes undone A bloody mass congeals and rusts Breaking away fragments of flesh Corruption gains control as it consumes my mind, my
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