Singes upon you, useless, desperate adversity!
Singes to you until every beyond!
I am bogged, rootlessly down by simmering blubbery
Soon to be brought upon a platter for you with an if-and-when plaster,
A salve of counter-attacks upon unprotected wretchedness,
------------------------------------All while this leather strap of a mantra,
------------------------------------That I bite with silent grit,
------------------------------------Gives you hint to the revenge I take on the sick:
------------------------------------Singes upon you, sick.
------------------------------------I mean the primates and I mean fire and I mean
------------------------------------Those in the careless clear.
------------------------------------Lie, I do, under each bed to swipe in wellness.
--Keddiz
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