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Rush
I feel like I have to reorganize Shakespeare's library after
A major earthquake-- before the damn ruler arrives, his dissatisfaction
Easy to provoke and our punishments draconian
Comrades all around, but paranoia visiting more frequently than sunshine,
Enhancing the desire to add to my pristine gallery and diverse shop
Progress mounting and visions becoming clearer
Limited angels weaving together lights and shadows to keep the fire psychedelic
A luminescent door unlocked and distant, hyping up my soul daily and nightly
In this chapter, burnout is impossible
In this room, I'm building a future where I'm no longer the underdog