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Poetry is flowetry, when you here it, you know it's me.
I mean, who else could it really be.
Flowing with individuality, so perfectly.
Effortless effervescence of natural ability.
Silly to be considered anything but omni.
The Hierarchy of the Hierarchy.
Its not a challenge without me.
Genghis Khan, war mongering for a monopoly.
Conquer and create a monarchy.
Confidence always gives birth to Jealousy.
Those who try and overthrow, become fertilizer for the oak trees.
In the vast natural forests, in upstate New York communities.
I hate to do it, but the difference between you and me.
Vast in its own right, you peasants aren't royalty.
Now get in line and pay homage to the one and only.
Who sits with knights at the round table discussing policy.
I do not accept apologies, so get it right when approaching me.
No sheeps skin, a wolf is what I'm supposed to be.
Shield and sword, cause nothing comes for free.
Make it or take it, whatever, it's fine with me.
Do you know who you are, do you know who you be?
Me, I'm a King, ignore my pomposity.
Grab my armor, and be the first on the battlefield to die honorably.
But not before inflicting mass casualties.
And go to Elysium, to gain immorality.
All hail Cesar, aka King Suspire, or simply Your Majesty!
