I smell the seashell of hell...
So I dwell in the so far fell?
But light hit my brow
And I ensconced with the now
The truth found in a bottle
Always full throttle
Denying the charge
Into the by and large...
Locust to claim
Scarab to blame?
Suttle as sunshine
Drought like wine
Tiller to take
Obeying the rake
Hit with the fan
And getting a tan...
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