Hulking wedges create mischief among others,
Peevish thoughts are taken from them
As they collide within the bodies and corpses,
Radiating within the customs of zealots.
Negotiated battles regard us with victory,
Commandants praise the strategies of your
Highness, higher than the ideals of nature.
Predicted from eatables, they spoke a terrorism,
Once the sudden nature of their requests came.
Snappy, like tartlets, entangled by neglect,
The worst monsters arrive on the scene
To battle and eat the apples off the shore.
The ether wisely manifests, and the extent
Of this worrying essence is proclaimed.
Nests of neurosurgical waste are given wedges
Driven into the souls of cadavers.
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