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its me

I'm nothing more than a delusionist, making you see things that don't exist.

In this imperialist nation, i'm something more than an extortionist, making my money off these

stolen and sold-souls, taken from anyone who resists, 2 birds with one stone - i collect these broken bones

and use them as collateral against these religious drones.

I am a little less than an illusionist -

my hand's being faster than some people's witts.

The cards i clutch within my mitts.

Dealing out the hands i think should exist.

Counting these cards with little trouble, i'll put out some cash and make it double

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