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G, recall yourself upon a sovereign seat, before the tide swept up freak lore, Our cat and mouse game, turned into freak torture porn, A cross upon a freaks door, whats it for? If i submitted to them, imagine the power theyd yield – yet id not betray you for a fake,

Recall who you really are, G, child from a moonbeam, caster of tides and dreams, My Queen!