Your judgment mere sentiment
Your heart a rusted pendant
You walk the green coves
Of poison resentment
haveth a care
for your nose addled wares
they give you vacant stare
and leave you... un aware
a glisten of lust is your past time thrust
a tormented bolder on gods forgotten sholder
never regret but in this i tell you
you are the thing that causes the deluge
a pr*ck and a prod
this oversized god
a spell and an tinker
this half hearted thinker
he weaves woolen noose
and ties his own shoes
but has he the crown
or statement profound..?
no.
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