And free liegemen and vassals in glorious nights
And anklose the anisogamous elements of the mammoth aluplutans
Look whom they be enslaved a lifelong they gave us more bounteous gifts that we shouldn't swine,
Lofty trees ,reddish stalks with baren leaves,
With summer's green not girded up in sheaves,
Sweets and beauties, fragrance and regalia of golden age of liegemen
Faded off in the earthquake of nebulous earth
And demise fast as they could reap earthly rewards,
No breed salvaged for the days of revenge
Nor husbandry of sweet remorse to pluck their judgement from the stars
And to swindle them with the dearth of plagues in seasons to come.
Stifled brutish folklores from the nebula of anecdotage and mendacity
Nor shall sweet remorse returns in earnest as thou wanderers wander in terror of mischief,
When in tortuous lines to weary times, torment growest,
To spin offs of bootleggers, Megadeath in their niffs,
Silenced forever not being allowed for littering of the earthly passage and utering bare truth in folly breaches.
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