The Toturing Brash Poem by Captain Harbeebiy

I wish to set the flames of Love ablaze
So the fat of hatred will raze
For my auricle is weakened as I gaze
When I gave a trial, I ended up in daze

I wish to erect an enormous mansion
Bustling, Angels of aesthetics modification
All were just false prognostication
A white elephant project was my acquisition

I wish to voice the deafening silence
But my pen is tremulously licensed
Every step I took resulted in turbulence
What's the point of my existence