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Let my destiny be painted with the feathers from the wings of angels,
Cuz if it was my choice,u damned to darkness,
til u also meet Diablo he will let u see ur life is hollow,
Stay high off that dead weed,
in ur way is where u plant ur own seeds,
now let the prophet breath and show u the toxic seas,
when I split the ice bergs,
in the arctic,
cuz in next lifetime i dont care who the god is
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