BLACK box spinning, toiling in your
head, struggle, focuse, before the
fat king forfeits your bed.
HOARD your laughter, give the pay
off to a saint, learn to vision, like
a artist lost at sea, .
BLACK box spinning, toiling in your
head........theres a sadness to this
game.
SO struggle,
and focuse,
then kick that fat king in the eyes,
and scream free! ! ! !
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