Curian, I am the chosen one
Because I am the don
I play five nights of Freddie's
Now my gametes have gone
Curian, I am the chosen one
My cheeks are red
Because I'm running from the fed
Because I shotta man dead
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Great Poem, very insightful with a tinge of humour. Very Poignant, Great rhythm.