Only the lonely masked as hommies
Die the death of the wicked
Breath the breathe of the cold
They ignorance inflected on the gifted
I'm a black widow spider
Ya'll bitches just hoes with no niggas beside ya
As I retreat to my grief
All your absences a relief
Knowing that you are destined for an eternal sleep
With a mythological beast
You think you can ignore or choose not to believe in
- Last message before dying
by us....The Dumb and Wayward
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