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The Lonely Throne

How is it Bruce? The Lonely Throne? More money than God but all alone. You usually touch with your knuckles’ tips… that blood? Or rust – in your scarred up rips? Tell me, do you make mistakes beating men into submission? Are you something other than a mask on a human?

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