Do not glower on the real face I construct,
Bloodstained images relax me further.
Gorge and frighten forwards, backwards,
Likelihood of slander relaxes me on this end.
A docile image has arrived forming a reality,
The gospel has been delivered, forms of you.
To govern is to believe, why have your beings come?
Signals of strength pervade our layers and skin,
But do the waves of light curtail or surmount?
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