Blindsided by love, the heart beats slow.
Prophesying the future, what's seen in slowmo.
Temporal material, his sold is fine as gold.
Having to hold on to it, before it gets out of control.
On the low, the flow, the blind one rips.
Red blood in the vein, unlike blue, like crip.
I lied, just then, I'm of a real status.
A real assassin, like knight, her first name Gladys.
Rising to the oc…
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