Not in your throat

Reprieve comes for one reason
To bolster before the buffet
In the air today is impending chaos
Ah, but it’s the wrong gods
And the wrong prayers
After the party it’s no hangovers for war
The violent clash of ego and directive
It’s not going to be nice party, William
Not a nice party at all

If it ain’t broke, break it
With all of your bodyweight

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