Loose tap turns casual and sensual
At the whims of a carnivore of evil
The devils scenes of a sins festival
Alternate yards with no break interval
No regard of time, title, tribe or tire
Each soaked with equal flare
Trampled public yards to no print
Narrow expansive with folds
Rough terrains and slippery escarpments
If ever by fault it dare sprout
With swift sickles weeds the host
Queuing with drunkards and sluggards
Where the droll, drift and doze off
A generous viral can my take away
A gangrene cold and void heart
Every climax a reawakening reminder
Ferocious flames of the pleasure valley
Grant me the graceful dawn
When I lay sight my anointed lawn
Ready and yawning for my dream
Potent waters get the dam
A place to finally belong
Bring forth one of its own
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