For each morning that
spawns
I evade your virulent
dialect
Each syllable born of
your orifice
Is embellished by
grisly tones
As helpless I am
forsaken
To canker in ire
To awake is to honor
the culture of the universe
Though your miserly revelry
ceases to deliver amity
Whilst your exploits
wither into oblivion
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