These same Bells, thunder my Tame Mind's Design
Upon your Fortress knowing your Demand
Could lead to Confession; That which Clouds feign,
A Ruse much too daunted to Understand
Such Meme even the Ripley's Head would scratch
And ask Mental Surveys for him to choose
As why the Belligerent Leech would latch
Even if his Fish shakes her Kisses blue
So would these Bells wiggle your Drums allow
Then baste Solemnity another Shake
As to Theatres burst with Laughter and Bow
Throw Bleeding Roses my Heart goes to Wake.
As what it seems, the Human by Love's install
Programmed to Affect; Wired for Life's All.


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