be, Just one among us Now as a man, he's blinded by thirst On his way to tare down the church Like a spell that been cast He was the keeper The keeper of the dead
never pursure the issue The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead veg
gives me comfort Peasants bring my presents, for a blessing A restin under the moon crescant Haven't search the whole earth The outskirts of the universe KP, your majesty