You are inspiring like a honey badger
That carelessly steals from a bees' nest.
You have no sense of pain; it's strange.
You're hard diamond, shaped for strength.
I would die for you if you went to war.
If only I had flesh and blood to bleed
I will be your assistant in your show
Where a magician throws knives.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 4:34 AM UTC
You are inspiring like a honey badger
That carelessly steals from a bees' nest.
You have no sense of pain; it's strange.
You're hard diamond, shaped for strength.
I would die for you if you went to war.
If only I had flesh and blood to bleed
I will be your assistant in your show
Where a magician throws knives.
"The mountain remembers the fire."
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