The Attack

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Unique Is what it seem
When all choose to win
Reaching to the beach were all look so deep
Dazzle  by my virtue
Passages I choose to skip

Mystery is what the world hold
Unlocking them is for the bold Shutting mind prone to disease Meeting high that you never predict

Fallen tricks as been hunted
Flaunting whip!it was never sealed
My time were always lost
Striping this that was meant for me
What was I thinking?

Drinking drink that were blood tonic
Easing defeat, that the some aim
Rubbish lies at those feet
Coming to take things mischievously

Collection of my things that  what it is
Changing list! That was meant for the rich
Get me my sleeve am shivering
Please excuse me, I need to sleep

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