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A collapse before all of your loyal subjects,

All allegiances and involvement questioned and denied,

Staring eyes burn like branding irons.

Their talk spreads like an airborne fucking disease.

Great minds think alike, yet simple minds think as one.

Words on the tip of your tongue, but you bit it off.

Poor execution of plans, fine tooth caressed.

But all is theory until practised.

You'll rest in peace when there's no one left to piss on your grave.