EBAH

My heart, smell like, vanilla icing
If slicing my chest open, a light beam of nice things
Of Christ brings bright wings, placement from thy king
Knight, seems right around the corner in my dreams

And I'll live 137 years like Ishmael
Yeah.. Nigga, it ain't misspelled
E.B.A.H, there go creepy A. Yates

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