Riddem
Practically perplexed as how to form a more perfect lifePeacable vexed on how to iron out the rims on my strife
Same as before when I was in this state
Same as it was when no one could relate
So I picked up some things and went to another place
Things were quite different in the heart of that race
But they all fell apart in the depths of the heart
In the capitol of evil that existed from start
Maybe its all just illusion my friend
Like ancient script wisdom that you reap on the wind
So there's nothing concrete I could plant at my feat
And I might just go hungry in search of some meat
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