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| Fear Me |
I used to be a snow white sugar cube, radiating purity and fancying horses.
But now I slither down 46th Street, nodding at acquaintances and distributing my wares.
I embody rebellious corruption.
I used to be a faithful, staunch American bald eagle, treating my girlfriend like the Queen.
But now my girls think I'm Sammy from L.A. and they smile as though I'll be back again.
I exist to dissuade virtue.
I used to be the young, idealistic priest in Kansas looking up to the authoritative Pope.
But now I chamber a round and crotch the pipe as the Pig approaches my window.
I am my only authority.
I used to be the white virgin lamb from Idaho, innocently and naïvely peering over the edge of a cliff curiously.
Now I'm the huge, evil, scraggly, drooling, blackhaired wolf feasting greedily on all sheep and throwing shepherds off the cliff.
I was ignorant, clean and saintly; now I walk knowingly in the dark sweet world of Evil.
I lavish in utterly rebellious self-serving anarchy and corruption.
I am death with a sneer. I am Armageddon.
I am your worst nightmare.
Wait and dread and fear.
I approach from the Dark.
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