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A cold shiver in the darkness

My rhymes deliver like a bullet from a gun from a harness

and no matter how far away my particles spray and stalk you like

pray and haunt you like day to a vampire

just imagine what's about to transpire,

Light you up like a camp fire

Write your demise 'till my hands tire

Facing the ground while I stand by

Looking to the sky with my hands high

Your demise is what I planned, my

sense of vision is a hawks eye

I can spot you from a mile high

Blending thoughts in the dark sky