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Not me.
I walked up to your playfulness
I laughed at your jokes your jest
Then I saw you weave a web of unkindness
You wanted puppets dancing to your resources

No I say to your twisted truth
Through me you want to spread
No I say to your petty pieces
Gilded tempting purchases

Leave I do, from your elevated cycles
To walk on my muddy roads
Not for me walking in bought out heaven
Give me the stormy hell to walk in my pace

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