"Shivalry is dead, let's replace it with drive-ins;
courtesy admonished!" and Man kindled on stage.
Godspeed has no signpost, the highways there dimming:
"Roadkills shall corner the pockets of outrage."
I shall be given their own pretard, hoisted and ready;
We shall be fractured like Behemoth of old.
All shall be "See!" hared hat-tricks draw suckers steady.
Nothing is done for the glitter of fools Gold!!
Take Heart as the wicked do Evil -- You do Good!
wickers are fine-crafted, they burn all the same...
As the wind blows, don't swing with its moods;
stay your ground and course, and don't care about F(R)ame!!
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