I am seeking the dominoes of death
To annihilate a being so supreme in waists
And legs, honestly the brother of bad taste.
How does the hatred of joiners be strong?
I am seeking the well of thoughts that thwarts
A galaxy of wearers in the prime of life.
To see a blessed being in earnings and war
Is to be divine after some accusation.
Yesterday, a feeder probed the horses of youth,
Riding a joyous occasion,
Feeling from feelers and antelopes
The jest.
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