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Sep 2017
Allow me to dine on your palate of fears
And I'll let you drink from my tempest of tears
Surrender your soul to my spirit's dominion
And I'll let you tell me your worthless opinion

On states of the union and feminist lit
I am ******* immortal, I don't give a ****
I was born to keep peace and be one with the winds
I'm the tyrant king lizard still shedding his skins

So if cold my visage, and disheveled and dark
It is only because I am building an arkΒ Β 
For extinction is rising, and still we're disguising
The beasts we became when we were synchronizing
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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   CnΓ© and NuBlaccSoul
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