I’m a pure lure
To a fretting heart
Come and I waft you
To demise your arduous life
I am a true chalice
A symbol of oblivious recalcitrance
Matted your miserable tattered life
Incestuous approbation
Ebb o vindictive belligerent
Scurvy is thy abashing onus
Abattoir will not abate any tantrum
Just wait for the jarring succumb
Inept is thy clout
Marauders is thy proximity
Sordid is thy words
Mayhem should be jettison
Comprehend my words thy would diminish
Comprehend my soul thy would not be in squalid
Comprehend my weary thy would relent
Comprehend my tears thy could divulge
All my satire are not on thee
All my satire are not thine
It is solely mine
It is solely mine
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