Masquerading as a mastered slave, til what's been crafted masks this pain...
on Alastor's flaps this path was raised... a paladin's map has tracked his gains.
Still on soft soil he treads heavily as if not in the clouds...
Like he's not as this wound, off a loss til he's found.
The tie that binds til he's bound... of what mind is he now???
Balloons all inflated... a pun undermining these clowns?
Mining minds in this circus... circa those times you said, "Wow."
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Ahem.
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