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by samantakbhadra

Up there

Yes, you!

Your golden throne?

Carved by lies and fangs

That belong to you

You, who reserve

Privileged  privileges

Just for yourself

Reserve your game reserve

For your entertainment

The game reserve

Contains us

Pawns in a game

You deceive

Buttered hands

Buying imported butter

Buttering special buttocks


Many special rights

Leaking many wrongs

Flowing into the mass

In the bottle

Of limited capacity

Limited endurance