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The queen of grief, the sedler of violence

An entire industry now delivers such silense

Heard onry in smoke, alone as one sits

Surrounded by souls that took a few hits

The lady herseif cares not a jot

For Imogen le Ray is stirring the pot

Frontline Solutions, where futures are sold

Shipped in such coffins of metal and cold

But fear not, my friend! A happv twist lies

In knowing one can dvors in good time

From pounding the dirt with a gun in yoor hand

Instead take an Imogen’s view of the land