The Azure Knight

Doom is a tune we all learn to sing\\
Doom is a tune we all learn to sing\\
Nihilism, violent rhythm\\
Nihilism, violent rhythm\\
Nihilism, violent rhythm\\
Nihilism, violent rhythm\
Nihilism, violent rhythm\\
Nihilism, violent rhythm\
World caliente (hot hot)\\
Caps derritiendo (plot plot)\\
Y el ambiente\\
Trapped in sufriendo\\
Superviviente\\
Free plague bubonic (not not)\\
Death muy potente\\
Free our thoughts chronic\\
Death from the rats\\
Killed at el fuente\\
Got me a cat (FREE TINA)\\
Insuficiente (pass me a tonic)\\
Fill me with plastics (micro, micro)\\
Ingredientes\\
Of meals inelastic\\
Conveniente\\
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fatalidad(doom)\\
Which presidente\\
Do the rich y sus entes\\
Want me to pick, either, both, neither's bad? think that they're slick, playing tricks\\
Paying ads, Obviamente, buy votes libremente for both igualmente, as common dementes\\
Who froth at los dientes, quick burn any puentes, es muy excellente, to Russian agentes\\
Who'll rush in, vigente, help calm incidentes, as our asistentes, finish Ukraine, then contain residentes\\
American gente, our freedom, suplente, the rich, valiente, if made oponentes, just switch continentes, and start nuevamente\\
Our end elocuente, los camps residente, thank los serpientes, who said "hate you neighbor", hate all diferentes, a mission none greater, finds all in repentance \\
Doom is a tune we all learn sing (x7, louder and more emphatic until the last one said in a dead-pan voice).

We are outta the discord server with this one. Let's go man\\
Doom's on the radio\\
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No one used to know you\\
Son of no renown or station\\
Way you run, dispersed throws you\\
Captivated the whole nation\\
But finespun strengths just showed you\\
May lack skill with your mentation\\
Thirty-one that they chose who\\
Went before you, coronations\\
Fought for spot, season fraught so you got your shot, so you\\
Balled out in sought vocation\\
Told a team that lost a lot\\
Go to playoff berth, salvation\\
Blow to doubters all distraught\\
Caught curse of expectation\\
Void, Doom\\
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Homie's headspace, is in a prone place\\
Transfixed on stone face, hope blown and displaced\\
Suicide, DOA, Do or die?, CBA\\
"Shit, why even try, every night I sit and cry"\\
Gonna nix yourself, quit, before GTA six?\\
Man, fxxxing get a grip, least till ETA hits\\
My give a dam it on par with TVA\\
Hit a bar, get chicks, lit, till on lists by DEA\\
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We sons of\\
Of nothing\\
We sons know\\
Soul crushing\\
We sons of\\
No loving\\
We sons that\\
Know nothing\\
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We sons of (Doom, a grove, a move, think about it)\\
Of nothing\\
We sons know\\
Soul crushing(Doom, a grove, a move, a tune)\\
We sons that\\
Know nothing(Doom, a grove, a move, think about it)\\
We\\
Tune into Doom Radio\\
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Tryna buy a casa?\\
If your prudent find a masa gold\\
Don't forget your student loans\\
You'll pay off those tasas, tolls when your pruning, pasa, old\\
Or don't, morir, you won't, sufrir, a hope, herir\\
Cause life expectancy is now past seven-nine\\
Now work fast senselessly till at last, heaven time\\
Or hell, to each their own, a throne to those who practiced empathy\\
Wish well, condone\\
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One of the greatest\\
But we'll deflate ya\\
Yes we'll debate it\\
Yes we'll berate ya\\
Yes we're some sadists\\
Clutch-ness, innate shit\\
Rushing fixated\\
Jones in ya face, hit\\
Missing teammates shit\\
Big plays negated\\
Zebras dictate it\\
Who's Jawaan Taylor\\
Why so frustrated?\\
Don't be a failure\\
Quit that third-rate shit\\
Why do we hate ya?\\
We hate being wrong\\
Your losses, awaited\\
Elated in song\\
Each mistake, collated\\
Misstated, prolonged\\
Our distastes, updated\\
Restated, "throw long!"\\
Don't you understand\\
We cannot believe you and we never will\\
The game's clearly planned\\
And we'll never deceive you, we don't have the skill\\
Defame you, on brand\\
And we'll never reprieve you, sit quiet, sit still\\
Cause you ain't the man\\
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We sons of\\
Of nothing\\
We sons know\\
Soul crushing\\
We sons of\\
No loving\\
We sons that\\
Know nothing\\
We sons of (Doom, a grove, a move, think about it)\\
Of nothing\\
We sons know\\
Soul crushing(Doom, a grove, a move, a tune)\\
We sons that\\
Know nothing(Doom, a grove, a move, think about it)\\
We\\
Tune into Doom Radio\\

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"What the hell was that call, man?"\\
"That's clearly pass interference."\\
"What the hell"\\
I ain't got the foggiest idea.\\
It's so raro, officiating so bizarro\\
Thought we run pícaro?\\
Sloppiest drops, play so guarro, vitiated offense paró,\\
choppy, stopped in el barro,\\
dropped, got disparo, shot\\
by the opps, no amparo.\\
Propitiating, hence\\
It's evident, claro\\
A prepensed Taylor Swift, female prevalence exists\\
You ain't a pessimist, don't have to jump through aros \\
To sense the game's been fixed\\
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Goodell, you can tell he isn't well\\
He needs another milly.\\
We buy everything they sell\\
If we don't, we'd be so silly.\\
As billionaires excel, and Voltaire to Orwell\\
Spell out hell that's really chilly, but who really cares?\\
Spare the rich tranquilly, but your fellow man ensnare\\
As the lair of all morbillis.\\
Cause nothing's really fair\\
And cuz nothing really scares more than fellow poor civilies\\
No truth is really there, bellows through the shrilly air like a tearing wet-willy\\
Elon needs another billy\\
Let the mob lose their jobs\\
Profit climb their little hilly\\
Let rich rob, let us sob\\
Let us eat some cake Chantilly\\
Iced, bedaubed, as we bob\\
to a song approved by lobbyists\\
Hate a protestant or your neighbor, devout communist\\
Hate a Mexican or any melanin your opposite\\
Hate misogynist, the 'never save her's, hate a feminist,\\
Hate a populist, hate a hedonist, denizen that benefits the populace, but never wish, rift, or hate against payroll monopolists\\
They just control the politics\\
And policies, economy, commodities, technology\\
Stealth rocketries, oddities and wealth as they solemnly swear \\
loud audibly "equality", fair, but they consciously air towards well-fared Plutocracy\\
T-Swizzle has her era, Ravens playoff game despair a\\
Odyssey of arm chaired and probably impaired aristocracy\\
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Goodell, you can tell he isn't well\\
He needs another milly.\\
We buy everything they sell\\
If we don't, we'd be so silly.\\
As billionaires excel, and Voltaire to Orwell\\
Spell out hell that's really chilly, but who really cares?\\
Spare the rich tranquilly, but your fellow man ensnare\\
As the lair of all morbillis.\\
Cause nothing's really fair\\
And cuz nothing really scares more than fellow poor civilies\\
No truth is really there, bellows through the shrilly air like a sneering threat, villy\\

Can attest, I jot speedily, thoughts connected\\
She directs, we talk easily, She's not what I expected\\
She's perplexed I gawk gleefully, "Just I've never been accepted"\\
"Just I've never been this rested", "Can I just, just get one second \\
To reflect this?" "you the best, sis",reckless\\
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Throw away another flawed sheet of wrong rows\\
Don't know the way to go\\
To sneak a perfect song gold\\
No rhyme and meter's flow\\
was sweeter than old beats feat an elite all-pro\\
Heat hell's seventh layer, betrayer's pond cold\\
Hold up heaven's prayers\\
"Let the flow's speaker grow and keep a players strong soul"\\
An engineer by trade\\
And to be clear, I'm paid\\
Still peers sneer and throw shade\\
When they hear a spoke page\\
Sharpened pen, now blade\\
I'm the truth to the lore\\
It's a sprint, and they squint\\
I'm the fine to the print\\
I'm the beast to the roar\\
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Do we gift our lives\\
To our nine-to-fives?\\
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Contest "Spine poetry", [Do you fear]\\
Stack them books up\\
Conquest, Death, Famine, War\\
Have them cooked up\\
Contest "Spine poetry", [Do you fear]\\
Stack them books up \\
Conquest, Death, Famine, War\\
Have them cooked up [Anything, Anything at all?]\\
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Throw away flawed sheets of wrong rows\\
Don't know the way to go\\
To sneak a perfect song gold\\
No rhyme and meter's flow\\
Was sweeter than an old\\
Beat feat an elite\\
Bonafide all-pro\\
Heat hell's seventh layer,
Betrayer's pond cold\\
"Hold up heaven's prayers\\
For the Saint Soothsayer\\
with a players strong soul"\\
An engineer by trade\\
To be clear, I'm paid\\
Peers sneer and throw shade\\
When they hear a spoke page\\
Sharpened pen called blade\\
I'm the truth to the lore\\
It's a sprint, and they squint\\
I'm the fine to the print\\
I'm the beast to the roar\\
I'm the Gorr to the Gods\\
I'm the glint to the sword\\\\
Floating in the deep space\\
Been promoting free states\\
Going through my keepsakes\\
Knowing y'all can't keep pace\\
Sake sake sweet taste\\
Walk it talk it, speak straight\\
Say less, I won't check\\
For some AF1's fresh at Payless, \\
I don't check, I fxxxing only play chess\\

Stream of thought:\\
You know I love my alcoholic\\
Applesauce and basketball.\\
"Live streamed it from a macintosh?”\\
Woah no, my shit a Lenovo,\\
Shows playoff goat virtuoso\\
And a “Way off” P sabotage, and no go to\\
Fruit as a logo, On the low low,\\
I'm the joker, Go loco when I make em choke.\\
I'm teammates with Nikola Jokic.\\
I'm steaming hot like explosives,\\
An enemy or a frenemy?, screen em out through osmosis\\
Ya can't coach me ain't Bieniemy,scheme'd me out?Self-hypnosis.\\
Disasterpiece. I get green like Pat Mahomes like Master Chief\\
My flows released,I wife the queen,castle my homes, white knights deceased\\
What's the motif? "Straight masterpiece", grasp Excalibur and they gasp \\
Say their piece, still take them to task cause fact: these chaps just ain't my caliber\\
Don't measure up, no calipers, I'm fresher\\
Than the smoke off glock compressor while you choking on the stretcher\\
Smoke em,spoken potent habanero peppers\\
Soak and cook em on the pot, they mistook\\
Me for a rookie, ran the hook and dropped em, shookies\\
Cleaned the floors, cause they got mopped.\\
Feen for more cause there's a lot.\\
And all their plots and plans as I'm greasing up this pan\\
Pop the top off caustic cans, free sauce prognostican'ts\\
On a sopped up penne pasta, that cost a king's ransom\\
"Sir, this is an Aldi.I simply asked you cash or credit."\\
Oh,um credit. "Thank God.Alright that's 49.95,\\
A third of which was Mott's applesauce you sick fxxx."\\

Hey you,
I just flew from K-2
I’m a fxxxing chased dog
Got my fxxxing K glued
To my side,
While yo bitch, suck my dick
Tossie slide, ain’t yo bride,
What the lips of yo honey-bae do?
Hey you,
Hey you,
What would 4-4 Jay do,
fxxx 5 bitches same day,
What a pace, it's a race
Who craves a Beyoncé,
When you got a bae crew
Super Saiyan
I ain’t playin’
Still ain’t fxxxing phase II
Wo,
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She wish it,
I wash it,
Her Pussy,
A faucet,
I Toss it,
And turn her,
Back over,
With fervor,
I pop it,
She locks up,
She creaming,
And screaming,
“Don’t stop it!”
I hit it,
So deeply,
She high up,
likes Rockets,
We exit,
Discreetly,
She lays me,
Then pays me,
Cause I fxxx,
For profit,
Hey you,
Hey you,
And we're riding waves,
Having plenty fun,
Never empty gun,
Snipe dat ass from space
Great View,
Renewed,
Take Two,
And we go "and one",
She's a pro ain't done
She slurps dat pussy taste
Hey you,
Hey you,
Got a view of K-2
I’m a fxxxing chased dog
Got my fxxxing K glued
To my side,
While yo bitch, suck my dick
Tossie slide, ain’t yo bride,
What the lips of yo honey-bae do?
Hey you,
Hey you,
"Super Sonic chasing crystal"
"Dead with tonic and the pistol", "Tripped the system, whip the whistles"
"Fiscal shit is superficial"
Running for my life
Dammit shorty brought an atom bomb to a knife fight
Gunning for her white knight
Rose now thorny like madam, just not tonight, right?
Stunning in the night light
Finna lose my life, sight
Rife Spite
Checked my phone?
Immma die, "How many bitches I been piping on the side?"
Should I lie?
"If I lie says she'll Crucifix my dick, castrate my balls and leave inscribed,
"Here lies all this prick's pride"
Less than five.
Aims her eyes. Guess I should have fxxxing lied.
Guess I shoulda stayed faithful,
Gotta escape from a gaze straight hateful
It's getting way hotter
Hellish fire
I need some water
Calls me liar, sweat prespires, Hades choir, black attire
Death transpires
“Thank you God, for killing me before I could suffer the full extent of her wrath.
Appreciate your final act of mercy. Thank you!”

“Are you content now?”,why you asking little riddles,\\
I ain't gonna vent now, 'Yeah moving to the middle of nowhere all for shits and giggles'\\
So disproving,"Know there's snow there?",\\
Damn I'm spent from their laments and still they go\\
There,"Who you know there?",no one,damn\\
I'm one percent present at their booming event,I'm TNT,\\
I'm dynamite, pent up my power like I'm PnP, set free, ain't tryna fight, but god damn fxxx\\
their fake shit like their THC, Not you I'm me, ya see, capeesh, sheesh\\
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All the humbled Kings are crowned and then soon drown under the pressure\\
Cookies crumble, Marlon Humphrey forces fumbles, one soul downed, one soul successor\\
I don't live the life you live but how the fxxx that make me lessor?\\
I won't give disdain you give if you don't become a professor.\\
fxxx an academic title as my idol, as my measure.\\
My niece's cello recital is what's vital, is life's treasure,\\
Hatred's rival, joy's arrival. When my mind was suicidal.\\
Hope was why I chose survival through this shit\\
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When she did me sour\\
Like she's Rachel scamming Bam to climb "God's" tower\\
Moon devours suns, Gut's friends, devil's exam as lambs to slaughter.\\
Griffith’s hour, lives are fodder to ambition. (berserk reference).\\
She's a plotter, girl tactician\\
It's her world, No opposition\\
Hell unfurls, no competition\\
All been snuffed, shoved down\\
Had it rough, 'loved now'\\
We all fear you when we're near you\\
Always cheer’d you, bluffed vows\\
You love yourself, no one else\\
Is all of nothing 'nough now?\\
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Is it, is it ever?
A cookie jar\\
A cookie monster\\
A cookie jar\\
A cookie monster\\
A cookie jar\\
A cookie monster\\
A cookie jar\\
A cookie monster\\
A cookie jar\\
A cookie monster\\
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Define insanity.\\
Do the same things, in the same way, same place\\
Lace your shoe strings, run the same race, same pace\\
Outline vanity.\\
Just replay the same play, with a straight face, same game.\\
Lose the same day and don't retrace, same pain\\
Pure Calamity.\\
Both manos with the same ache, with the same break, same brace.\\
Or mistaken Thanos with the same take, with the same hate, same fate.\\
I thank my family\\
Showing different outcome.Past can be outdone.\\
Still growing now and knowing that I will never ever out-run\\
The O.G. Father Time\\

Chill's killed\\
The vibe's C.S.I. slacking\\
No tide, Challenger's Deep,
I feel the PSI hacking\\
Our tribe scavenged sea's steeps\\
You know, raised beside Krakens\
Descried, ravaged these beats\\
Scribed flow savaged, these sheets\\
Swim these dim abyssal plains\\
Grim fears trimmed with dismal pain\\
"Bitch I'm him!", our hymnal vane\\
Campaigned clean through Midnight zone\\
Honed my skills with Lochness monsters\\
Same marine and airtight tones\\
Known dogfish on God blessed roster\\
Twilight zone in fifth dimension\\
Highlights shown sans rich pretensions\\
Reach continental slopes, tension close,
Cause I'm dope on each instrumental note\\
And I got em on the ropes and I spot em on the scope\\
And there's not a lotta hope, for you folks, for you jokes\\
Talk to God, walk the walk, stalk the pure whitewashing Pope\\
At the shelf, at ya stealth, healthy how I swash and cope\\
Surges swell, purging hell, tell me how I tope’s a trope\\
And I'll spur your liquored throat, murdered once delivered wrote\\
(space)\\
Afloat, on boat’s rubble, gift me 02, let me breath, bitch I'm bubblin\\
I toast and hoist my struggles, drifted goals who pinned me seething through each trouble\\
Now wins doubling\\
Note that most constructive criticism\\
Hosts productive interference \\
But destructive witticisms\\
Are reductive incoherence\\
I don't listen to it, I don't buy it, all y'all's clear-up quotes are still on clearance\\
No condition to it, I won't try it, call it perseverance\\
No fruition to it, I'll deny it, yes I still won't hear it\\
Dog,
I still won't hear it\\
I still won't fear it\\
Every loss that made a boss\\
I still won't fear it dog\\