The Gist: My Roar Is Louder Than Yours, Master

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Beat me with your tiger stripes
If I do as you say is
WRONG
Push me to the starving point
When my fear was nearly
GONE
Rake me up
I am decaying leaves
Never leave me be
Enslave me and my siege
Go ahead
For no matter what,
I am not yours
And I will never run dead
You think I already am, but
DAMN
Heaven!
hath proveth you wrong,
Sir.

 

(October 4, 2013. 6:16 pm)

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