Behind the mask
Im a deserted sand in a waste land, so can you with stand the powerful stroke of the devil left hand. I'm quick as a lightning bolt, so you dare not provoke. I would have your left jaw shook like a good left hook. See i don't mean any harm, like a man with the right to bare arms. I'm just protecting what's mine. See the worst thing to have is a enemy with a dangerous mind.
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