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he is made of shit
wants not the glimpse of the sun
wandering my pretty hides in his lover's cunt
so he says to me you gotta let go of your beliefs
for i have seen men fall
worth more than you'd ever be
so don't you see what i mean
your mind could never conceive the knowledge that i possess
to share at my will
oh my precious thing you stand out
but none can see
bitter hollow soul
pity the kingdom less king