the dying only flail
with sounds n' waves never heard as if by a lonely whale.
The lowly prevail but only as the total rebel.
Exploding in hell, the lost, eternally of brimstones homey smell.
No croney will tell... although every dominator in pow'r's a dove in a swell.
...lost in tyranny... a corruption no sensation can quell...
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Ahem.
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