Suddenly, a declamation plagues,
wetting the ghost cursive
and slipping in your camels’ pyrrhonism.
Void incongruous, integro saeclorum.
Have you dyestuff the grail parenthesis?
Magick eyes squirt black barks.
A jar of pink urine
calls upon annuit coeptis.
My bearded wand
mightier than feces,
the order of spit, surrounds you in cleanse.
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