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As the gears rotate to supplies of oil based

Mechanisms operated by cries of spoiled tastes

In a world that's unknown to values among face

Lives a need to be noticed or standing beyond grace

Here we are a wide complex in congregating with gods

As a hypothesis with results of feeling involved

To a level of celestial being beating the odds

Where the bets would insist you were never winning at all

Little do the masses know what I hold inside is the dog

Off that steel chain leash shaking gravel whenever walked

So refrain from using verbiage to modify what you saw

When its proven I'm examples of all the shit I would talk show respect