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Assassins creed after grievance

Never assume truth could be whole and here so right next to u

Assassins creed after grievance

Why so serious this game we’ve played with no knowledge no face 
              Until that invasion wilting to the sweat of our enter face 
Locked so far but so close this mental cage 
    Some rise kill joys of recessions never ending spy glass behind the minds middle ground private eyes 
 Some the shadow hunters of those with only a daemons night mare to chase 
    Hidden in the gathered common are the seeded then nightly visit Psychic teeth sink in                         a covenant of many secs 
Blood pacts must meet the blues collar but trued Steele of many folds 
     The faces that find the familiarity as we hunt the shadows and what 
Halls and doors they hold 
   The Illuminati’s secrets find full exposure to the saints ladder armored 
The lights as knights of the dark               where shadows once free roam                  
                          now caught
                  become a lost cause  
 This battle once a puzzle to the one stop clause of a milk then way a re                      incarnating fraud 
       THE Mental abuse war to a pulse           Hearts beat to its last so few links  
            mental until fair odds even              then break now leak
These tails of such accomplishment and time invested now easily faulted 
      To the nation of extra sensitives           now this one clan third EYE really the man      HEAD THE FINAL WARN     RETREATS no option          Keeping distance with     claims to power u obvious prop ins 
             Minds troubled find the ink or bleeding wind with the end in sight 
So rest now and breathe 
     The second is the last return  but now we end conformation gods real and gods back                                        
                   Raise your glass And watch as the mighty 
             Of Christ rises and intervenes a called out failure 
        now truth claused industry rags after riches   Thru the flames u contact then signature ash the last Of your visit 
The reel and catch of a plague run flat from body so roots 
      Stay strong we are fight within flight              where this becomes a write to dead poets suicidal suppressed      journaled entry of loneliness as it nests 
             Tracked now traced the outline ends silver lined in chalk 
to the platinum rise of whispering       to freedoms timeless flock 
     Now fall to the drama chase of         Manipulated mental crossed 
         cut now eclipsed to the      Sons return        no more names forsaken 
All return never lost

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