Pose cognitive, curative questions
Why confusion and contusion correctness
Freezes room for negotiations
To lubricate gregarious greatness
A sick society requires
In every sector of sanity
Ignited by the desire to quench and wrench ires and fires
Burning out of control in spires and tyres of vanity
Perpetrated by malfeasant minds
Beating churlish chests
Blowing and flowing in blitz blinds
Pervaded and invaded by pesky pests
Out to bite the broken bread
Snatched from hands grown so weak
They pull the trigger on the hatred head
Booking, cooking, hooking and puking sorrow that drives humankind sick at its peak.
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