Consumed by boredom, all thoughts foreign.
I reign fury on ya horses and ya soldiers...
Scorch em til the embers resemble an abortion.
Courtship with a sorceress while laying dormant.
Subside in theory. Hum along...I can see clearly.
Motivations forgotten. The long lost from the most ironic.
I P freely while on that chronic
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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