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I have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level.
I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril
I have been acutely undeserving of the year that listened up and lived to kiss me on the temple
I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembled
I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel
I have been unfairly resentful of those I'd wish had act different when the bidding was essential
I have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils
I have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebels.
Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand when a low tide showcased some promised land,
I told you em you are going to be something dynamic and impressive, you are patient you are gallant you are festive.
Then I let em go.
Wake the F**k up Samurai
We've got a city to burn