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Look around the corner for the righteous devil - a poem about privilege and rank. |
| Driven towards the heavens Of the highest legend. Smiling at the soaring triumph; A vaunted, secular taking Of innocence; And a truly mischievous credit Which affirms a missing Of moral principles... The wisdom goes beyond Religious sentiments. A tough love bestowing Unequivocal rarities In youthful, tragic lives - Callously tried by An all-encompassing, Mythical host. A tightly woven cherub For which the holy spectacle Must broaden their basis For cherished paths. And for which barren holes Could signify a toasty, Available riddance And royally ruined, Seething methodologies. |