FEROCIOUS I - TREACHEROUS DAY.Part three.

What tells you of the concoction and scrumptious cuisines of this cumbrous piles?From customs on garrison'd walls,hoist'd to siege indolence of its dawdle.What yarn and darn to groove their decapitated passions,blemished decamping,to defile the sunlight of beautiful dreams?Ignoble den o ignoble den defiles the young lion of innate beauty.They in defiance,refute my navel to delve,delicacies of the simple and the gullible,a dejavu of my velvet ferocious i .Graveyards of dreams,dreamt neath sepulchred enmasse.These trenches to the treacherous biles,they treacle,but In the darkest hours of contending grief,its molasis earnestly denude our desultory heels.i with my ferocious i,can tame my puzzles, mountainous cliffs,uncharted terrains and dreams far away.