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Sep 2016
Why'd you do it
Why'd you fight
Why'd you come at me tonight

I am fire
I am death
Stab you in the back
Modern Macbeth

Here I stand
Cavalry of words behind
Of course to you I'll remind

Bow before
Kiss my feet
Or die in fight
Sure deceit

Back down
Submit to me
Maybe I'll be gracious
And share my tea
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The Mellon
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The Mellon  21/M/USA
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