Nazarick’s Will

Up the top,

I rise up

Like babel,

Tongue tied

I deserve the glory

All the money

Pockets and monopoly

I drink from the same cup

Sex wrapped around my neck

Wearing diamonds, untucked

Green, green

Pressed down,

Dilated

Pills through the sewers

Pouring

Until my muscles tighten

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