(Hahahaha!)
Some creep came knocking at my wee small door…
And did I even want to open, when the universe, within me, roars?
No such completeness can be defeated by a mite’s disillusion
Treachery is like evidence that proves its own chaos and confusion
The fragrance of a flower does not end with its mortal dissipation
For it, by honest connoisseurs, in posterity is never forgotten
It is a testament in defiance to poison pollutant’s trance
You can see that ever-morphing evil cannot disturb God’s seance
And such criminality will never acquire any of divine magic’s score
Even if its desperation keeps beating like a devious ocean at my shore
You know its guilty rabid deceptive reflection keeps rotting its own ever-hungry soul!
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