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Blue Cheese

But for your manifestation in dried pulp Minds neglect your invasion The crave for you unquenchable . Lime light shining on your possessors Underdogs gazing loathsomly at your managers Soo powerful you send jolts down the spine of those Witness your prowess Making your wish their command Like a squirrel in snowing forest minds omit not knowledge of your perpetuated asylum . Unfathomable is your innocence yet Loyal to the most guilty of all Reward for lunacy, you are showered Hands that are most stained, On the strong that preyed on the weak . Though a two edged sword though has done More evil than good My only kudos goes to your being a scale Used to measure the integrity of the grey haired The thought of you power has pushed conscience Off the cliff, dethroned regrets and burnished admonition Breeding sycophants to ldolise ur deeds. Blindfold made of ornaments, and sustained by aroma of luxury we all trudge along like wildebeests Neglecting the wails of agony resulting from the excruciating pain of bodies trampled upon Like a countdown you are always the alpha in The scale, preferred to any other form gratitude. Your absence like a deficiency inflicted your victims With timidity,loyalty, linferiority complex and self doubt Panacea produced by unconventional means Like a miracle you heal by touch alone Making tongues lie, hands soiled in blood Just to possess you Should your crime be documented,the whole world Can't contain it, yet your place of Adobe still remains every paper's dream Thief! You ought to be hanged for stealing our mind and thoughts,but the hanges man Couldn't resist the pleasures and charisma you Could be exchanged for. In the law court should you be prosecuted for looting Our cultural treasures and value Judas couldn't resist the comfort you could offer him You are the the token assassin's collect for the elimination of boredom Am l an exception? My sword is out of the furnace and ready for exploit I rather pile you up or die trying

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