Biography
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One way
Knife to my throat Stab city blues I'm on a one way boat It's just the rules to stay afloat Yet there's not much hope how hell looks as good as the end of this rope When i was a kid you told me to be the pope Yet a child of sin like a pin rammed into my heart Embroidered into my flesh I'm your mesh Made in your image Green fields full of envy and anger In place of your blistering ice In place of her warm oak but i don't have her fire She always has burned me on your pyre As i've always shared the same cold stare Forever a reminder of the fear of our similarities inspire For i'm a mistake of the sin transpired Yet I stand a perfect mirror of emerald blended from ice and hazel
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