The iniquity of beastliness, the only game of anonymity,
Crushes to the ground of impotent agility.
Under the rays of atheism;
It’s photography, is arrant sodomy.
Unshaken eternal power of abnormality,
It’s shadows are haunting in polygamy,
As the owls on the windowsill in africanism;
The drumroll of non niftiness, under the veil, of spangled enormity.
For it was sunlight to the cavemen’s residency,
A clone of shaytan’s actuality,
Clinquant in jezebel’s iniquity,
It stood in Goliath’s authority.
In the spare coffin of grave’s multitude,
It has battled in spirit’s hostility,
Rested in the bosom of soil’s abundancy,
It’s modernity, lost eternity, and so it rhymes;
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