Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters
I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface
Dial up words but they're not in service
As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
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