You are reptiles and ghosts,
Goblins that master their kin
To a family of hate and sloth,
Licking their loves with hate,
Teeth have gnashed their findings
Of treasure and ghouls.
A right has been slain by the stinging
Reptiles, a marrying reptile,
A respectful one who wants none,
Who wanted their trousers like guns,
Bullets and plates of words were strewn across
The riverbed, and water-currents overwhelmed.
You are a reptile of zeal and triumph,
Ghouls do not deaden the plight,
Respectable laughter is the key of the scrum,
Serenading is the swan of beauty
Across another world of love and hate.
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