However well-intentioned you may be
I cannot follow your instruction.
If you are who you say you are,
You'd convince with artistic, bluish construction
Not with warnings of imminent destruction.
I haven't a clue what you can do.
You're the one with the power.
I am a wild raving bird
Built up from things that you stirred
Well enough to know that a threat
Is a cheap and shoddy construction
Not an eminent bower.
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