Eat a muffin, place a cake for breakfast,
And chew on that methane for instance;
A monthly monitoring service is needed,
Moisture devastates the loyal offering.
Pitch darkness summoned me after losing me,
Sacrifice the reverence of a life and existence.
May the buds of dearness stay,
Might the mighty arrows be displayed.
I covet the disorder of ages and lives,
And muffins of cakes bleed dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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