The Darkener's Console

You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Emulate —

What I want to be
Is like grasping at straws
Can’t get enough, enough
I want to emulate

Pedestal soaring above my head
A monolith, a twin tower
All I want is to endow her
I am not fed from your plate
I want to emulate
Emulate

What I need to be
Contains all of my flaws
I will call your bluff, your bluff
I want to emulate
Emulate
Emulate


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