Rapture

While all the corrupt rape
Thius another poem shape
Knowing that it is not a trick
As in the end Eye come quick
When they his dreams destroy
The demonic angels Eye deploy
As they the children painful make
They will realise that Eye also take

All children knows inside
Real imagination so eternal
Having them enjoying the ride
While enduring all pain infernal

For they gave them pain
All for an irrelevant gain
Eye make the blood rain
Leaving all corrupt slain

For the awesome magic of word
They will never bother to read
Trumpets they never heard
All rules they never heed

For they sing they require no hero
When the life value is below zero
Eye tell my Thius to never worry
As my children cannot be sorry
All the other realise their fault
When they behave as default
They entirely out of control
So cheaply sold their soul


Questioning Ergo in Pluto cycle 4

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