An update to the ending of poem of the century.

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So those selfish faux good demons can send more up and down a cliff of beaming singing bliss forsaking questions and Justice's lashing stakes,
While they get off on it in vile leering hubris, a craven's lust for power, false authority slashing over other souls with empty epithets for the sake of a sloppy solace of control and cashing in and out. (Learn the Lesson)
So take your hats off,
Show your skin,
Be more real, (Confess)
And Let Me In.