He is screaming from his soapbox again.
His voice carries heavily through the air,
like a cloud of sulfur, soot, and disrepute.
He is old and he is fuming,
and he must do what old folks
do best, other than croak.
He must yell at the lost souls
of the newest generation
of degenerates and sinners
who will all surely burn in hell,
who...
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