I’ve pulled, I’ve held, I’ve been the lead. With no vices, and no dices, Benevolence, I bleed. For I need no bling, as I am no king. For I break and make, and weave worthy kings! Call me right hand, Call me hidden hand, But I am powerful ‘The Hand’ As I foresee, and I […]
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