Parsimony lies in the waking dusk
As heedless she scourges society
Painting nature's aroma by a musk
Garnering exclusive notoriety
Phalanges caress the waking dusk
Mauling the vagina of society
Be it not a wicked display of lust
Quiescent there lies sobriety
Embezzlement coos in the waking dusk
Mazumah heightening anxiety
In fine bones carved are faces of disgust
Identifying yearning deities
Shunned remains the populace's trust
As upon avarice kleptocrats rust
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