A grunt had replied the accusation,
It span around a flash overridden with torture
That stagnated the soul and leapt into scenes
Of disgrace, annoyance and displeasure.
A horrible snap flashed past the imbecile
Who smashed somebody’s skull,
Disgusting us with almighty sin.
Raising sins submerged us in delight
As grunts closed the hole of highest doubt.
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