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self-identification



of wail and toil, my home’s a castle
my land’s the kingdom of brothel
i’m the king of poverty
the leader of misery
amongst all, only the kanglasha has hidden its tail
for the cartons of blood and lies that i wholesale
care about nothing, see nothing and live and die for anything
no, nothing, maybe anything—and this is the song I always sing



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