Put you in control
for my putrid soul
is locked but below
is a tragic bit blow.

Leviathon happy day,
projectile of dismay
can’t treat this way
the evil under display.

Delve the deep incur
what is deranged spur
in whatevers it occurs
to me of my own curse.

Paint the relics deep
that live in terror
of what logic supports
as you fail in error.

Casualty forgotten I’ve
a place I sit to smile
at the smell tea honey in
unison pleasant compile.

Repeat the day when smell
of French vanilla cream
sweetened sour coffee to
revive the day between.

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