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Oh whimsical foe

you trotter and flail with the sting of my woe

I gave you careful contemplation all day

yet you unleash in me a fire I cannot say

right now in this place I would like to adjurn

the towering forces at work in your stern, poignant, philanthropic, continuance of this man... to put fear in them all, if I had but a plan.

Shattering silence with a sting and a burn

caight in the daylight to lock with my yearn.

beast of old and ancestor to none but the fly and the maggot

so they say in the sun.