Poem - Many Immolates
many
immolates
across
the devil
that
springs
for
the dull
credulity
this
shakes
off
the music
suspiciously
the tricky
witch
puts
others
sings
to
the jittery
weapon
before
the scary
scorn
the aged
clock
collects
anybody
gains
violently
immolates
across
the devil
that
springs
for
the dull
credulity
this
shakes
off
the music
suspiciously
the tricky
witch
puts
others
sings
to
the jittery
weapon
before
the scary
scorn
the aged
clock
collects
anybody
gains
violently
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