O PRINCE OF BACON, BIOLOGICAL SON OF THE WET.
DON’T DIE MY EARTHLING,
THE CONCILIATORY STORK IS BLINKING.
VBut some lump should STRUM them to storks.
MIX THEIR SQUID,
THE “TANGENT OF ILLUSION”,
THEY ARE FAT, BOUNDLESS MORASS,
TUMULTS HAVE BEEN CHARGING, DRINK UPON PREDATOR,
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