Surely as sacred as
The heavenly angel
That guards the creatures
Though by appearance.
Your angelic countenance
Will never seize to remain
An exemplary point
To the ignorant masses.
The complicated idiosyncrasies
Possessed by your person
Will continue to exist till
The showcased fabrics are worn.
Though an abrupt
Intervention from above
Could be a way-forward
To this hidden anarchy.
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