Find me in the riddles, my sweet darling,
I'm one with your fear of uncertainty,
Fill my incense reaking scent of wings,
I only yearn for your ugly heart-strings.
Gnome I name, all ready?
Most are.
Taste it in the tainted water I spew,
the stench unbearable for the weakened,
touch it, intake the terrible in you,
the sound unfolds a former teachings end.
Re-choreful, less tin
So fee.
Given your said state what did you desire?
Found in formers I touched: tired, timestained teeth?
Gnashing from youths injustices,
Simplicity found so injured.
When told democracy tainted,
You turned devilishly tepid.
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