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Elucidate the desire for fury to pyre

How this thrift spent sincere, in times so austere

Doth game regard for this lark’s graveyard

Shepard’s monster unveiled

Bloated with mass gullibility

Shepard’s song sung through lips

lined with false fangs

To wit, a sycophantic hail

preserved a time so pale

The capture of imagination

Like dreary, damp dreams

lightens their hearts

astounds even the heavens

but cannot hold its own waters

for the beast is born of folly

yet, we’re damned to opine

for his catch must stand the test of time