Reflective memoirs on a rainbow's ends,
kleptomaniac Leprechaun on gold
Correction facility for a reform
But only when it rains
My crime is a herald of showering blessings
I take advantage to grasp with my iron fist
Pathological thief indeed I am,
To harvest right in the colorful utopia,
My asset appreciates in the meta verse,
Cripy grimmey fronting wildin;
Pop enlightenment is drip possession,
The creator tailors a ball dress for you,
The linen you own can't be torn:
Beauty overdo fugitive through hell,
Made ready for the compelling fate.
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