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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