pulling on the ear in front of the crowd,
there are whispers of trees assembled, 
endowed, with sentience forbearance
the pauses and script, whose standing 
and armies are headliner ripped;
whose got the notion to make wrongly 
right and smuggle the ocean from 
stronger to night, where missions are 
failure and beginning to end, the hairier
leaf-eater might one day rend, from heaven
the earth and all of the hells, will 
gather to sing under fire-licked bells
demonic recession and money is high
on phallic processions guarding the stie

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