It began the day I knew I was rich
Opulence poureth over to live on a high though regarded sober,
The feminine swoon towards the Pharaoh’s chamber eager for one’s true weakness,
For each stroke her fantasy fulfilled as to stand upon the drifting clouds
Thunder cackles with the lacking of a sound
The lion suppresses a regal roar so as to mingle with a rose, thornless in nature in which tenderness arose in thus merged with a Spartan,
Awarded a clan deemed militant, marching in unison as wolves on the prowl, calm in awareness a volcano in reaction prevailed eternally the greatest of kings,
the one the only the absolute.

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