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Jesters actions from the start, manipulation to an art,
I come to you but where not alone, two in one, quite the clone,
Who'd a thought such gentle smile and poet like tongue
one would become gods hated son.
A secured perimetre to make'th sure, you'll never find an open door,
he'll drink his wine and feast your thoughts, strip your mind with all his taunts.
Bi-polar cycle has begun, time jes to have a run,
strength in numbers stay well my son,
for its jesters time to have some fun..



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