I do not see you anymore
Your so called satire of a million plumes
Whose boot on whose throat?
And what is meant by graceful penitence?
By whose falling grace eh?
Whose petticoat, whose jock-strap?
Whose fortitude of thrift?
Could possibly pay for all this
Debt is handed down via DNA
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