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I have no issue with rights… ok?

The riches are spent to deliver me on my knees,

For thoughts would not unravel if I begged for thee,

Instead of allure and all things I choose selfishly,

The Rapture is calm and the manifest destiny,

Showing Guile Apothacy

Queen of Spades

Poor Lepus, died in his dreams,

Water too wet, must’ve been cream…