A stake must be driven into the heart of a person who kisses
For blood and guts and ruin, for money of bloody water,
And for the substances that destroy happiness and well-being.
A stagnant pond larrups us with its stare, feeding a lake,
Running water-waves after too many attackers of the
Microscopic level, that never dies and does not deserve.
These two executions matter to the brave and mighty,
Who righteously transfer items of gold and silver,
To the poor and needy, those destitute with morose attitudes.
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