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What a Man

There are rules prescribed by fools

And you break every one of them.

 

Your orbital jewels reduce to mules

The clowns resolved to govern them.

 

And all the world will buckle and curl

To those that rediscover them.

 

But time and again they cling to their pens

And cower when you summon them.

◄ Falling Forward

I Am But a Pair of Eyes ►

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