Satellite Rays, the Sunshine in the shade.
The oxymoron for days, the riddles that give you the giggles.
But this ain't "Shit n Giggles," we about the face, to soar.
We only fuck with the hardcore, we see through the mist.
The United States of America, in FL, the Garden in the East.
Is it that hard to hope for everlasting peace?
The Dragon Faith ain't cheap, the alchemists that start from the ground up.
To strive for the Stars, the Underground, to believe the hype.
To promote the new Christ, but the hue isn't the typical Christian.
To read in between the lines, or get burnt to a crisp, you need to listen.
And that is when we resurrect, the chosen that is risen.
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