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Oct 2018
Now I don't wanna do what they say, wanna create and destroy and do it my way.

And I don't wanna follow the rules they play, make believe my own game and win it my way.

Art heart
Bleeding Starts
where to start- I don't know where it stopped.

Stopped at the top
Bottom back again- I'm welcomed back and back at it again.

Now I tried to play and follow their rules,
Ending up acting like a fool
So I carved myself out of stone, sat on a tree stump and called it a throne.

I burn the forest down to bring new life from the underground,
force those above to run for the hills

They pop pretension likeΒ Β intolerance pills.
Jester
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Jester  Verona
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