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Burnished flames licking furnished fame

Scowling chinned creatures 

When shall I meet her

Indigenous to my expertise

Wait, I will 

Cronus mounts upon atlas's back my study is stout 

Clouds pressured down to vapors 

Why do I hate her

Foreign to my mind

Patient, will I try

Nullified by consistency to cry

Racking my profit and ignoring prophets

Moans of distraught bloom in like angels

As my hands slide up my face in my hair they tangle

Bountiful a charity to a noble cause

To see it's falicy to dog my notion

Atop the stream that hangs in space

Below the yellow river

Between is liver failure

Do I kill her?

Resistance, I will deliver

Momentous insignificance serves

And kills

Charred identity grilled upon lifes palm

My certitude to my unsupported results claim virtue over the blue hue