We are the pillars of hope and corruption
In this palace of copulation and narcotics
Walk down the hallway
And rediscover the room
With a plethora of silver sterling
Glistening in a dull lather of lubricant
Hoist your head upwards
And greet the ceiling
He will tell you of that bed in the centre
Not the bed for rest of a head
It has seen orgies,
Uncapable and inconceivable of great golden egos
No, this bed wont accompany you to your dreams!.
This place banished the innate modesty we hold
A long time ago!.!.!.
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