So yeah, this one has a tricky beat scheme. Check it out if you know what I'm talking about.
Now I'm sorry if this lament,
So blunt and so honest,
Might hit you low, but it is meant,
Every dotted "i" on it.
Every word, every line,
Combats every god damn lie.
Know this, you pompous core,
You alone these verse abhor.
Tempt none no more.
What I made, I uncreate.
Let the foolish adore;
I know you in your mortal state.
Your killing blow,
Not your strength, but mine,
My strength in rancor;
You in it, divine.
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