HE WHO HAS ACHIEVED ICE DEATH HAS BROKEN FREE FROM HIS SHACKLES AND OBTAINED THE POWER OF THE KING

in every eye lay a distorted reflection in every ineraction is acting & self deception lay me in the desert with truthful acension in my mind lay no peace only brutal assasinations all of these eyes are indeed reverberations i feel your hands planting deadly implantations i am a king i am sovergin & im ballin i am a slave i am nothing i am nothing ineed the worlds a stage & your playing im squating in the cave with the lake & the drip droppin its hyper real when im steping & walking its hyper real when were talking i feel the waves of the landscape pon my skin i feel the notes of the walls, & the pauses, in & i cant touch nothing & nothin can touch this & when i meet the mirror i dont know what this is

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