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Walking down the long road,
I felt a change in the mode,
The mode that the warlock governs,
and surely its least of our concerns.
I found myself lost in wilderness,
never to come out of darkness,
of the shades under the heaven,
Alas!Never to be forgiven.
I thought the thought,
that most people ignore.
Like I ignored long enough,
not to ignore anymore.
The green covered with brown,
the city ruled by the clowns.
To the dark the child awakes,
not to see the Christmas cakes.
The holy water fills the goblet,
who cares the leaves of brooklets.
where the only rule is C.R.E.A.M.,
the world is full of bloodstream.
To this very day we are born,
to make an impact that lays a corn.
As Mahatma turned to Luther,
I await an atma to phosphor
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PS::C.R.E.A.M=Cash Rules Everything Around Me
