Pretend you are a fuckwit.
A moron and a gloat.
Pretend you’ve nothing to offer.
Then think about your oath.
Your oath. Your oath…
Just think about your oath.
To UPHOLD life.
Against all strife.
And now, apparently, you’re in it.
It’s time for you to bring it.
Sing or just wingding it.
But Madame or Good Sir.
Bring it.
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