Respect me as a voice amongst scholars who speak deep to thee, move the sleep from your eyelids, make your lungs flutter... Get it right, my inner light casts shadows on the sun, brother. I stand and sing from atop Mount Ararat; I am a king, just ain't got my kingdom yet.
Also, this. Do something, Steve.
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