Through vacuous clouds undeciphered by medley
When vissitudes smears ado freely,the soul of winces perseveres
And shallom retorts with sunshine and benediction
Behind the spiral of vacuous clouds to lull golden hills
mendacity loops retribution far more than dire hung into the frays of despair
Where wasting venom barely evanesces
Inclemency at this incongruous pounds
Hardly remorse to lend the credence a penitence
O brutal fate most unkind lord of life and death
tis dainty whisper to the most belligerent but servile minds,
No ado is gold mine neither an art a goldsmith
Nọr a piety the guerdon of the sunrise roll over into sunset
Your hands to the grills not a bilking rain
Until the clueless mists returns with the spring and daffodils
O kismet feed me in my paradise and suffice to beseech my impertinence
with wisdom of the gods to relish a morsel of the ambrosia
Salivate with the sanctity of pride for the golden passage,
May your kismet refrains from verisimilitude and silhouette
From the direst dire of disconsolate ires
to the regalia of gallantry and her vowels and consonants of pyrrhic victory returns home with the spring
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