Today...again, the year of our Lord,
Let it all unfold. Sound out--
Woof.
Watch out, you see that distant cloud, peaking?
Time for him-ta-vault if you know-what-I'm-meaning,
Dawg, no need to flaunt,
You either got it or you get tossed,
Now go out and get it it's all got.
It's all over, I said,
It's all been done,
I'm gone. Move along, move along
No wind here, I am a true redeemer,
Force for reckoning with,
Mon frere,
Stop barking up the tree of fear
You, my reader, my likeness--
Hipocrete lectuer.
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