Shell of my former self, my intellectual property raped. I fight the good fight until my soul is devoured. Merit Mercy or stand there and bleed.
My soul.... it's an open book. I've placed it on a shelf in your favorite nook, although my misgivings shall be mistook, I know my whispers will be the hook. For if all I have left are captured words, in leather bound... The least I could do is leave you shook.
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After the parade.........
I never let another man wearing a dress walk past me....
Continuing to breathe..
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We're going down to DC,
we're gonna oust a Nazi.
Them demons want insanity,
we'll give it momentarily.
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