Whence forth the lords of Geneva gazed
Upon, hundredth an hour fruitfully ablazed
Of obstructed dominions hence fortified,
A longing into a spiral phase
Then the bombardment of a horrid stool
In a compartment of an amorous ghoul
Did the harsh praising-
Of genuine unity in fearful rest;
Nestle a memorable fathomable nest,
Hath the seeding of yon heart;
Corrupt the solemnity of my art?
Oh founding ancients of our world
Courtesy of a faint whistling bird..
Transcendent of telescopium functional fumes
Give silent arbitrating exhumes..
Of post-rhetoric colorational shrines,
Whilst misty tribunal rhymes
Constellate our emotional endocrines.
Fleeing the zest of an incestuous accommodation
In a superfluous collateral coagulation
Unify the dysentery of our lines
In a holy symmetry of majestic vines
Of tumult destiny, let us in bleak measures pray
Upon us crude fantasy’s wings shan’t scatter fey
For the pleasures of the sun-god are but valleys of steep;
Lost ancient gallows were lurkers erroneously creep
Mesmerized by the endogenous device of time,
Condemned for his pious pleasures as their crime
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