oh, words! pt. 3
Over a month ago
born unto sin and death, next step not guessed, foretold, young soon grow old, and two will fold to make zero, villains wear masks to moonlight as heroes, these that see those in the mirror way are often forced to hit the hay, assassin's solace is he's getting paid, thinks of it as he sprints away.
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