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CJ Bond 2006 ©
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There is this bomb that wants to blow up,
I feel as if I’m swimming in a death cup.
I feel myself being pulled by waves of rivers,
Up and down my body I feel a shiver.
I start to lose breath the deeper I go,
So I start to mellow and grope.
I start to feel my soul move towards hell,
As my heart starts to slowly swell.
I feel my heart burst into pieces,
My satiability slowly decreases.
My skin starts turning purple,
As if there was some purpose.
