The pulse of one adulation's gallantly etching
In a rapturous feathers of undiluted love
An inward gust of divine energy and extra natural zeal
Not by the turpitude of mortal steam
But the majestic plow of grandiloquent predestinatination
That all mortals are destined to be
What they should be prior to earthly alight
Hail and hark the powers of holy kismet
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