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in from the age where i was a riderxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx we rode trails, camped by the firexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx i told you stories, poetic license expiredxxxxxxxxxx we rode to the land’s endxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx & untouched land we scavengedxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx dust blazed to mist, we ceased to existxxxxxxxxxxxxx our hearts in the mist, moved in silencexxxxxxxxxxxx eerily, it must be, that we are here to seexxxxxxxxx the final mystery, the atlantean prophecyxxxxxxxxxxx imagination unveiled, isis tips scalesxxxxxxxxxxxxxx blackmail, chasing loose ends & cat’s tailsxxxxxxxxx the meaning is between the linesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you read fine, you’ll findxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that my rhymes are one of a kindxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx antichrist, the last archetypexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx a living incarnation, against all nationsxxxxxxxxxxx ruler between worlds, all swords, no words, all warx anti-everything, red strings, gold rings, dead kings