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There once was a mender
Their mind oh so tender
Malleable like wet sand
Lead about like a dog leash in hand
Her purpose of the upmost value
Keeping private to uphold aristocratic virtue
A cut of gem with terrifying splendor mixing [I]your mind like a blender
Cleansing you with a touch making you bland
You’ll end up witnessing firsthand
Why their empty eyes reminiscent of a statue
Forever look straight through you
They care not for what you think
For it will all be gone in a blink
A fragile purple and white gem
The one who they say mend
Truly only lives to serve
And mend those who no longer deserve
The privilege of letting their thoughts sink
Those who’ve become a kink
In the fine tuned machine must be condemned
The perfect job for them
Not once does it bother their nerve
Or make their twisted morals swerve
Oh the sweet little mender
The judge, the jury, the executioner, the pretender
I mend those whose minds have become filthy
I turn their eyes milky
Reverting them to their perfect state
My jury make no mistake
My purple and white figure
Dance along the shadows becoming disfigured
I strike confusion and awe
Into those who saw
My executions proceeded prior
I like to this to some it would inspire
A better behavior
For their is no individual player
In this game of authority
We act only for the greater majority
Those who don't must be mended
For there is no room for those independent
For I am The Mender.
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