The fire that's black, in Hell, we fell.
We shall crucify all thoughts, retract like shell.
Can't you tell we're on the right path? Do tell!
Alright, so well, the human body is frail.
Holding on to dear life, onto the slippery like rail.
On point, like nails, we hammer in thought.
Hard to lie, when starting from the top.
Chop up the block, avoid throwing pearls to swine.
The shortest distance between two spots is a straight line.
Gat like 9, wine so fine.
A Nectar God exists within due time.
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