At_Last

So

Hold to your guns

To your drums

To your vests

To your oaths

To your rules

To your writs

To your tests.

To your chambers of scream quenching walls

To your hangings In dungeons To your shackles And balls.

Your chains are about to unwire.

Your spell is about to expire.

It brings me due joy to incense you, As I insight your child against you!

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