Mash the slash to be perfect
There is no need for that surface
Of mother earth
Now that it has given birth
To a newer millionium
Clever to foreweave
The slander in a lie
That hell can decieve
Put your ohman
In gear...
Stand and adhere
To another quest
On my venue
Put forth like a good milkshake
That does the slake and bake.
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