His legacy; the legacy of the world
Hefty fine, broken bowl.
First time, I'm in my immortal mood.
I cried over the fellow Pisces.
I'm less patient than weak.
I'm more angry than meek.
Those who talk the lie, walk the lie.
Soon I have to duck under lies.
These pretty Martian thoughts make lies.
I like lies because I live the lie.
Your advice means lies.
Flying solo; no tomorrow.
Except that speck I'm not sure of.
Now I die!
I just got a light bulb.
A monologue, inside my brain.
Juke this tribe, this lie.
Date, mate, hate.
Wait, fate, rate of income and interest.
Willpower means nothing.
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