The voice of reason running through my head always said that I would follow through with the words I said. So now, there are no more bones to break, nothing to stir or shake. I've left a trail of ruins in my wake. So come and spit your words of malice, all you kings of hate. I'll play the jester and make you look like a fool. It's now clear to see that you're just a snake in the grass. I'll be the one to split your tongue in two. I hear and bear it all, the worst that could be said.
R.Thompson
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