With stinky feet you came; And, raised a rude panic, Indulging in your caprices, started a dirty game, Shallow is your heart and words arsenic. ‘Mine is the throne,’ you announce, ‘alpha now I am’ Soaking yourself in what is nothing but a sham. What have you to offer, anything new? Why Mr. Alpha, did […]
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