Wicked Impunity,
How fondles thou our succulent sanity,
You whose alacrity made our purity take flight.
The putrefaction of our amenities,
a commeaupance of thy holding sway.
Corruption's livid dance,
in symmetry to your suffocating drum beats,
Beating the giant to a near surrender.
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