| I quietly sit and wait until someone moves my plate. By then, it’s much too late and nothing will escape the destruction I create because I am now awake. Sorry, but you can’t close my gate. My wrath you cannot sedate. I’m not picky about what I take. But, this promise I do make, I always give back a rebate. It’s best if you leave in great haste, because next it’s you that I’ll taste! |
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