My unbequeathed gets inwreathed and ensheathed,
Unbreathed then unsheathed to be seethed.
To conclude this exude, alas, finitude purging my fortitude.
Acceding the seethed bleeding was unheeding,
with blithe in this withe, a tithe of this writhe with no lithe,
its less diabolic, slightly symbolic yet melancholic.
Don't hoard the adored, hop aboard the unexplored.
The fact is exact, extract the impact to a transact,
entame the inflame, proclaim your shame, this melodrame.
Defaces interspaces, retraces the cases of those places.
Benignant I was, indignant I lay, on a malignant new path.
An electrum plectrum used to invade my minds spectrum.
Weaken the Archdeacon by a beacon of meeken,
My disbandment of the commandment needs remandment so I may,
dandle the vandal till he sees the handle of his scandle.
unbequeathed I go ensheathed I must flow, seethed till I know,
unwreathed oh so slow....
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