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Holosphere
Initiate the process, flipping pages progress
Innovative got next, in the basement jot text
Leads to a power source that feeds all my cattle for
My evilist plans, for all the people who doubt me more

Dangle tongue, hanging from a rancid mug
Amped and pumped, Handing hankies to anxious antsy mums
Demand a cannon from the armory to set it off
Moon walk the surface of mars with my heavy socks

Food for earhtlings tick tock, my crews the worst to come by
At noon we go to lift off by two we burn the sunshine
Awfully uptight walking in upright
And i'm knocking you up like God's inside the greek text

Talking in pre tense, walking atop the obelisk
Ominous reasons, I'm dropping you off the bottomless
Recess, for nothing in particular you did to me
I just wanna feel a bit of error in my symmetry

Bless me I'm atop this little Terror of a mystery
In the vacuum floating a foreboding sense of miser