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  SUCCESSION SERIES REVIEW AFTER FOUR SEASONS Succession mimics House of Dragon but in a sharper, funnier, modern court filled with loyalties refracted in the light of paranoia. Filled with a plethora of advisers, the charm reveals ruthlessness, betrayal, and greed fuelled by self-preservation. Yet children fight amongst themselves to impress an old king drunk with power and delirious with illness. Succession splinters the aspiration of a billions-level empire of Waystar Royco into small pieces of egocentric mania, sibling rivalry, and vice grip of a patriarch who is too staunch to let go. Logan Roy emerges as the central figure in the lives of his family and the consciousness of his empire. He choreographs outcomes before his adversaries can make plans. Ultimately, over the four seasons, the patriarch asserts himself as a ruthless, cold-hearted, and powerful figure whose silhouette haunts his children, bent backwards to prove themselves worthy. Succession is another of HBO's mas...
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 PETTY CASH The glory of the heavens whispers To the pockets that blister My hands every time I try To pick my hopes out of them The republic sends wraiths That fill my dreams with pain Telling stories of my nightmares To the miseducation of a capitalist Curriculum Epitaphs written in delirium Project themselves into the hearts of the living Petty cash Adulthood is out of the neighbourhood Petty cash Heirloom is out with the auctioneers Petty cash is pretty cash
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THE STEREO KNEW ALL ALONG The plan was simple Pin point with a compass twice And draw the inner circle So I sit like a cassette in a radio In the cassette deck drowning in our song Memories are making a melody It’s sad you were never in the studio The throng knew all along We had no fan of their glory Sometimes I wonder why pain Breeds the best poetry Intuition seems boring Doesn’t matter where I am going As long as the ride is thrilling This roller coaster is not stopping Till friction stops where it’s burning The hottest But it seems tears never vaporize Because the stereo knew all along That our story will be a sad song The imagery is beyond The nights of IMAX Dolby Digital, pretense is our Oscars The golden organ is our Grammy The sweetest love song Brewed by bitterest experience I would sell this motion picture To stick to the bigger picture
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I AM THE MAN YOU HATE

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I am the man who damned your heart the curse under your breathe the hating that you love so deeply the regret you innately cherish I am the tattoo on your skin, an eternal insignia a quiet desire that you refute to rouse i am the pain that causes you pleasure the vulture that gathered dead prey I am the sermon that you preach to the bevvy the communion you prepare him for and when you tell him, 'lets eat' our bodies are temples... he is too infatuated to discern That you are, The indefinite hunger that torments the awakening loathing that rouse a monster the vows of pain that only your pillow knows Yet my light rekindles our memories still live to be; a flame that consumes you the feeling of folly that defeat your wisdom I am the seduction in the night i am the occurrence that took your time i am your favorite song your silent hymn amidst noises of the world the denial that reminds you that love is weakness I am t...
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ORGASM OF SOULS

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While you in a smoky scene light a fire that crackles with passion I am inflamed and invoked at recesses of sanity from our collection  you retrieve our  favorite song and our souls sing of chimes that dream and live As you titillate with scintillating movements clumsily strutting and vowing in incoherent speech drunk in love i can't wait to sate my passion with wine to settle down my nerves that rejoice sensitivity hoping a fulfillment  that eludes my patience You fall from heaven like an angel awaiting to fall on my belly of earth to grow a tree on the veld to fruit a joy as we pluck to relish a fountain in the desert Write me a song that my soul lilts to you make me feel the lea of freedom at the pinnacle of restraint the hardness swoons for softness rudeness for meekness and rough for smoothness Let our world quake in seismic resonance let the frequencies of the universe join us in unison as heaven descends we chorus a song like no other ...
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ANGUISH OF A FOOLISH LOVER

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It feels like guilt of an adulterer who hurts his wife every time I court your soul you feel empty; belonging elsewhere, your eyes into the distance as if looking at a god of love who brings you erotic flames that you think I am too cold to smolder As if I am a facade, unknown to you you want to caress my being that you think is wax melt it with your mild hotness in your valley where i would flow as a seasonal river leaving me thirsting, rigid, swooning for love's softness In the night, the angels sigh waiting for our rebirth so they could rejoice our perception that suffers your mist, roaming with uncertainty cries tormented by your darkly smudges on our robe of purity your marriage to the unceremonious lowly beings leaves our temple deadened by loss of virginity Our love that arts on glass is now vulnerable unseen forces seek to shatter it so whence i look at your face..an image of a rippling mirror hidden frowns beneath flawless masquerade The walls of yo...
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A FOOL I AM

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A fool I am to guitar a tune to the deaf hopeful to make them dance to the rhythm A fool I am to touch the unfeeling to rouse in them desire desire to fire them A fool I am to tickle the mirthless in the hope of hearing their laughter to make them happy A fool I am to sweeten the sour to sweeten their sour countenance to get them close A fool I am to be mistreated and laugh to laugh and be mistreated to adapt A fool I am to love stones unresponsive and still and continue so The tether that ties weaken and i will run freely, in the lea of freedom a fool I will no longer be
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