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Broken Result The Fallen Angel

the forlorn overboard... A free-fall fated in slow motions, With insinuations formed from stagnant air, Rushing past my ears as I fall for honest notions, That angelic

This fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring The prime directive selects reflective aviation Bathed in mood swing I'm broke, I know a walking

Distorting scriptures, creating instability And all oppressive form s of dissonance There is disorder, its quarantine is necessary When pale attempts to gather men result

wanna float... yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing I'm broke

and wouldn't call on Him And now Crying out for the mountains to fall on 'em The dead come Out the grave at the holy judge they look They're broken up

is a long way "Break 'em off somethin" (repeat 8X) [Daz] The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall Niggaz don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall

all these words are mine? ?did you ever read your writings really carefully? they reflect your useless fighting just read and you will see? ?and who are you? a fallen angel