S inful T hing
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O nce upon a fine old evening,
A lovely, brilliant light that’s cleaving!
But so, it seems the heart so dark
Demeans all those with bite and bark!
With rock, with fist, with words of hate!
T he sloth and gluttony, it slept and ate
Want cake and more, than it could take
This vile creature stole from reserves
Of kinfolk, family, oh the nerve!
W retched being, truly so,
Spits out fire, lies they stoked!
Words of poison, venomous, cloaked
Trust but the vigil of those it broke!
A word of caution,
A word of hope
From those who care,
And curse its dope!
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Signed By
the Illustrious, Devilish, and Mysterious,
Insense “Sauge” Parlant