My Essence
An inbreed of rhythme Lost essence of rhyme Skill buried beneath The stone tablets of time Time meaning nothing No barrier presented From the most sacred line As infinity's descendant Derived from pure wrath Hate stamped in each line And hell has no scheme To compare with my crime 8.5
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