Away, foundered pests of the malignant shell,
You saprophytes solemnly revel to deceptive bells,
Just maroon, resent me in such gargantuan prison cells,
Instead of confining my utmost vehemence in hell.
Humiliate me and my abstinence of what you may see,
Just attempt strolling on my tightrope, and neglect glee,
Thou shall flounder and contain little power to flee,
Depriving yourself from ecstasy, into the world of me.
You grasp little sinful hearts, without malevolence,
All that you disarmed was the highly regarded prudence,
And your debilitated mind clustered with hopes for audience,
Well the pleasure is brief, pressure derived from negligence.
Soon your trickery of a fantasy will be morphed without condolence,
As whatever you attempted and lost was because of antecedence.
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