who can fathom deceit with no sin
if they've known naught, but a din?
Can one see beyond the pious spew
and glean that sacred, no evil view?
i've fallen and fallen - an inestimable
descent. Too far down to abominable
extent...
torn... wracked... ravaged by
cabalistic gods too close to see
too far in an inexplicable degree
Yet, anagogic prominence
via eminent indigence
the down/up route,
an arcane decree
an excellent end - for me!
'$$$'
(___) - - a caldron of gold
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