The sly,
The beginning
contusion's lair
twisted wisdom
deduced absurdities
it's right,
unfortunate foolishness
in the heart of doom
it plots
The bombardment
torrential words,
this to draw the fool
that to fool the fool
and never stop.
this other eases alert
and never stops
till you conform..
then hyenas have their chunk
is it a wonder;
isn't the soul weighed
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