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Well you wanted the lines

To bear your mark

A whole verse

Just for yourself

In a self indulgent dying wish

You whispered and asked for what’s yours

You deserve each and every line

There is so much beauty in innocence

But yours borders with stupidity

A self proclaimed judge

Of all human morals

Who’s convictions are strict

And punishable

With the sharpest tongue

To slay all enemies

Who died and made you such a noble queen?

Who’s eyes are brightebed which such imagery

So keen to dictate the rest of the world that he is

Lover of all mankind you are

And they shall all love you back

As you lay down on your back

And give the benefit of the doubt

BEHOLD

THE GRAND

PROSTITUTE

I would surly love to be there when

The truth will hit you up the ass