Mindless fool,
You spew more
Lies than I
Allow past this
Hardly existing
Defence of mine
And in my heart
I will capture
These slithering
Viruses and keep
Them locked away
Where they cannot
Return to you
With any valuable
Intel or advice
And count them
I will, carefully
Without a mistake
And my prize will be
That you forever and
Always remember
Me, and my
Promise to keep
Inventory of the
Bruises you have
Generously gifted me
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