My eyes look register retreat advance delightedly deal!
I need to be more crucially, painfully, brute
Fast to route ally brutally so to make things
Come more swift keen mean queen knightly
Nightly so fast track trick lick it not lack it
Am bit I on ON full blast ghastly gristly
Gashedly, gnashedly like blue as bust my gut
Trut my stuff, naked namely nicely naughty
I gotta get II ON!Mine is a loner act, I do
Not loan it so much, I harbor shelter protect
My ambition works in so many shadows as
If they would break or bust, in myself must
Trust to get things together, not so age in rust
The wheels must turn, the tires must smell of
Ghastly atrocious ugh phew burning rubber
That thrust that stab that prick of yours of mine
In you, on you, upon us all must surely not so
Bust as my seeds are my calling cards, my real
Self that sadly in life I must be willing to sell
Cast my spell, be fake hope not for sure, true to
Me my being just me and proving I can do it and
Somehow manage to keep my soul above my
Moving soles that need to run walk wink wank!
My eyes are seeing!
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