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Oct 2017
I need a lair because I'm evil.

Typety fingers and flappity lips
The wide gaps in my logic
Are hot holes for working demons
Working their way in.

A desecration of creation,
See beauty bend to the will of Satan
literally, the enemy.

It's all too much, I don't deserve this!
I never should have gone to jail!
I don't get a good amount of sleep because of these randomized drug tests!
I have such a negative association with this house!

And so to stabilize
I need a lair
Then I'll be cool

I need a lair because I'm evil,
Take it like a fool.
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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