i wiLL bE
YouR Bad DesIre
and WiLL AdD StiCKs
tO YoUr FiRe
fLiRt WiTh WoRDs
gliB lIkE a liAr
tIghTEn yA nUts WiTh
A RuSy oLD pLiAR
aN LikE A rAt
cAuGht By Its WiRE
sHoRt And ShArPs
hOw yOu'l ConSpIre
thrOugh MAnY A smUrkY
AnD MuRkY oLd MirE
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