No Tore Me Us
No no no Notoriousss..
No no no Notorious
So glorious
A joyous &
Jubilant
Warriors and true to it
Brewed to be lit
Overdue to
Admit
Askew to a fit of many
Any plenty of shapes
Draped with a
Cape and powers for curiosity
A tower to prowler slick over animosity
Everything withering at its own prone and velocity
Either way I'll
Still have my throne at the bottom of sea
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