Ignore, we trust, with time on our side.
To grind, to lust, to continue to fly.
Giants in disguise, the Rephaim will reign.
Eventually controlling through your reptilian brain.
The "terrible" ones then pack a punch.
Forgetting that we spiked this punch.
A fruit of sorts, the fruit punch tastes great.
To become the "Nephilim", the Fallen Angel Fate.
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