Not your time
By dan ankers
Not your time
Never will be again
The hour of change
Is upon you
Your ilk
Your filthy mange
These jackals and fools
Would be monarchs
(Shameless Ghouls)
The hour of your shaming shall come as a fart
And no more
Leaving its stain
Only on you
And no more
You wistful babies
Your thrill is gone
Your master is done
Now move along
Or else these hands
Will be forced to act
And you’d better
Believe
They will
At that
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