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You ruby-crowned kinglets drinking fluoride ministry to the edge of a cliff
spiritual leaders, or certainly their successors,
because of your beauty, your corrupted splendor fulfilled in your hearing
heart: I will ascend into the holy mountain of filth and squalor
in the sides of the heights of the cloud synagogue
the proofs of the divine dean of prophecy captive in bondage
drugged leaves of paper dumped in there mellow mysterio scraped