you have vexed me to my brink
i'll chant anathema
and leave you blighted
amidst tumult days
you'll know only debacle
abhorrent balk at amnesty
irk from apportionment
your trill will only coddle pangs
instances are feted
towards tainted contagion
yet this censures contingent
no matter your gauche apathy
in a bastille of psoriasis
this prickle comes in squalls
i grant a hex of ardor charms
and on your home i place a plague
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