The curse of the hearse of the purse
Lies in its inability of the infallibility to tone down
The verse in a terse tone in a zeal zone to curse
With finality the brown clown from the town
Which frets and regrets not
The strong wrong it wrings from the ring
Once believed holy and hot
With malfeasance thrust in the string
Endowed with a plethora of egregious evil
In thoughts, plans and actions
Analyzed, catalyzed and paralyzed by the Devil
When saints sanction factions and predilections
Whose demonstrations and remonstrations tend
To edit and credit edicts of the duplicity
Which lies in skies and sties whose dissertations
Accelerate and ameliorate the myth of the mendacity plasticity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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