They put it down with an angle.
They´ve loaded a gun with their vest made of teflon.
They´ve redied themselves for the deflection.
I never thought of myself as immortal.
My dream helmet and dream shield.
It was no evil.
No evil.
No here I would be.
And my very power is in the subtle way they mock me.
Their very tone of voice changes when they think of me.
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