vs Edgar AlPo (SnF)
Who can doubt the human mouth of Wolfram Alpha
Cloaked in a tunic shroud concealing the proud mood of Bowser
Drinking coolant out the spout of a moving mountain
Looking down, awaiting a cruel calculative ghoulish outcome
Eating scallions over cow tongue; sigma 6 black belt – Malcrum
Reducing towns down to talcum, a plague in days without sun
Move about breaking the rules of sound with loud lungs
Tetra 3 Crowcon, detection methods present and outdone
A wise and grim Leviathan, whose been imbibed on gin
The life of a pious man’s pride of sin, Machiavelli’s type of Prince
Violent witt, riffle clips, life from inside Poseidon’s abyss
A tyrant with his tithe as thick as a Tsuanami’s tidal volume is
Talkin’ Torquemada; Lord our father’s morgue of bondage
An enormous hot-head, whose temper flares with solar comets,
Screaming storm n conquer; hard enough to force the vomit
God’s son, leaving a string of corpses to simply stand on top of
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