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Like No Plague

Don't look for no red sun,
don't look for no blood rivers.
If you got to get down on your knees,
you get down for me

Because I make your world collapse
like no plague or drought.
I change the flavor of
your air.
Don't you doubt me.
If you got to move
you get down for me.

I am the one man Apocalypse,
waging wars just beneath your skin
with a guaranteed win.
I swing low,
I work my way up
to my own red sun.

Take that last breath,
after this
they'll all burn your throat.
I am the end of your world.
Get down for me.

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