Conqueror
Behold, man must offer
the true taste of instinct
and like craving conquerors
unleash the bitter sword of her regime
and in the tickling of the clock
she 'll embrace her fortune
knowing fully well the sweenest of honey is justified only when vinegar has been
tasted.
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