In my verse, I’ll be stitching words
Exquisite n’ sharp like deadly swords
Craving for a surreal symphony
Blended by eons of burning agony
Surging within the skull-sized hell
Intending to cast a mystical spell
Slaying with the wordplay, he lets it out
Raging words thus scream and shout
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