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The Pledge of All Legions
You play the victim and I'm the assailant, right?
Every wrong turn seems right; you're veritas is understood through your oversight
Your current has might, yet the tide tonight is slipping to and fro
Your beach front foundation breeds inert damnation as it dissolves in the undertow
You've eclipsed the clips of your lips on my throne
Claming paisley rags of rebellion only insured your position as drone
You're mindless expectoration only merits fascination from every other dime-a-dozen clone
You stand limp and frail, your smile wilts, that facade you've built in which you instill glory
You slowly come to realize, I've cleaned the shit from their eyes, your fabrication fell victim to suppository.
Every wrong turn seems right; you're veritas is understood through your oversight
Your current has might, yet the tide tonight is slipping to and fro
Your beach front foundation breeds inert damnation as it dissolves in the undertow
You've eclipsed the clips of your lips on my throne
Claming paisley rags of rebellion only insured your position as drone
You're mindless expectoration only merits fascination from every other dime-a-dozen clone
You stand limp and frail, your smile wilts, that facade you've built in which you instill glory
You slowly come to realize, I've cleaned the shit from their eyes, your fabrication fell victim to suppository.
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