They looking sideways thats why I'm Irate. Hatin' Cuz Im doing it my way. Actions propagate from a celestial plane, Cosmic Rays . Blame they gonna try, to deflate, contributions they try to conflate. Retribution I contemplate.
They switch and bait.They rely on your grace. Loyalty misplaced they reach for your plate. Your meal, willing to steal and willing to squeal. I avoid all the chamomile.
Inducted in the guild of the self-willed that can't be shelved. I m a disheveled rebel weathered to reach my next level. Untethered my peripheral bevels. Blood worth its weight in gold my type is precious metal.
Wolves and snakes in my purview. Operate in the shadows but I give them a curfew. No fear of snakes Why Bother? They are just Garters.
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