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Oh, Guardian.

One who keeps me in shape.

One who prevents me from astral gang rape.

To protect, to give advice

In order to help me see the light,

For I was once corrupted.

You gave me another chance before I combusted.

One who has been given the crown by John,

In order to get me off

The bad side, my terrible contendencies.

I don't know how, but you can see.

Guardian, lay your order.

Bring upon the leagues of hoarders.

Sic' em.

Let me see the truth.

Help me find the right route.

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