Poetry

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Enfeebly driven to swoon, ye ought;
Upon courting, just One, Numen Quiddity;
Alas! Satire heckles mine Charge!
Amass them Great Unwashed, abominated is One;

'Tis a Honeycomb Delight in poise;
Testified curiously in a Quandary;
'One such peaceful Hogwashed Fancy!'
Ye mightest reckon now?

Halted! Them Sophisticated Myriad did well;
Astounding Chagrin, 'twas Charading of Skins it is!
Yea, suit the Contrary, dost ye remark?
Rouse 'O ye! Espouse ‘Swift-Descry’, physique of One!

For Troth is but One Profound Ultimatum;
As of yet, 'O Sophisticated Myriad to thee!
Alongside Psalms of Vast Malaise;
'Tis Troth Whom fervidly implores ye 'O Myriad!

Tho' religiously marred by faith;
Truism too warped, 'tis Numen Quiddity;
Stagnant Guilt, 'twas but We!
Aloof Myriad of mere Tots!

Psalms of Troth,
One to be untangled;
Heretofore, the Bequeathing,
Of such, a Verdict…..

Grinding and Precise.



-Leah

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