Wipe off tears
Step into a fabulous future
Where God banishes fears
To plunge you into a blissful culture.
Wipe away a past tinged with regrets
Heaped upon you by minds gone bonkers
On account of occult secrets
In a setting that love conquers.
Wipe clean
Slates with scribbles of woe
Bludgeoned mean
By corny toes from feet of foes.
Wipe away escapades
That plunged your destiny
Into sickle serenades and pickle parades
Catalyzed by the elder Pliny in botany.
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