I’m lost inside of eternity

No deities even feeling me

Shaking new levels

Thought process is trouble treble

I cain’t deviate from demons

I start profusely bleeding and seizing

Raised inside a vision that’s wicked that’s making me illicit 

Searching for my Jiminy Cricket, excuse my bitching

Debating the 8, cuz gods curious to my state

Building a deep thought with 42 is higher stakes

Gambling with madness

Intelligence is tragic

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