your cheeks hollowed from bragging
Should I be impressed
Will you ever forgive my irreverence
Shouldn´t you be suspicious of how much I loathe you sir
That I would smash your face with your own colonial hammer
Give you what you need in your disgusting currency
Until you are bleeding out of that nature of the injury
You may want to hide that derisive grin
You are not the untouchable Palpatine
Your cape sticks under doorways
And my claws will rob the fibre of your ghost
I may have to hunt you these mere words ammunition
Your hard words did enough damage
I´m sure youll pay your debt
Hell alley cat even
A noble lie is still a lie
Be suspicious that I loathe you
Don´t forgive my irreverence
These are the things sharpening my words
Royal destruction vanity
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