A deadly sin defies and disagrees, you are disallowed,
Forces of potions are a secret for talking evil aloud.
Then premises of good are able to pay sacrifice
To clouds all-sacred, too powerful and concise.
May definite devices have advice with fore-knowledge,
Hindsight is acceptable and too worthy an advantage
Without us, within us as soot and chimneys,
Their wisdom is of soot and blackness and abbeys.
Sin shall stay forcefully, it is health-preserving and my
Happiness fixes fishing of flesh by the boats of a butterfly.
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