Or shall the doom befall which carburetor
Installed with paycheck of steel
Chambers in surge protected by
Gear shafts overwrought, jeeze,
Overhauled you knob, rod the rich
Rod of the gods, Rod your heart
Rod almighty. Yes? Indeed, the switch
Inebriated of will, road tested
Bedside gouge in a heart of calamity
Inscribed on your cake, for you
All for you, Damien, your prince
House a shambles, which thus
Arises new born in its shards dressed
To will a new prod of clinging.
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