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They came for the Gypsies, 
The time tribe Romana's grand Gypsy trust 
To manifest in feasts of fear, horrific best, 
The Crucifixtion as a culture test 
Is sycophanted phallic prophecies; 
Mixing spells where river's dwell 
And will reveal third eye infusions 
That dillute foregone conclusions! 

The starkest of illusion will confer 
The dead of deadest property, I'm sure! 
Pillaged by proud Nazi's reeling 
Who have not a friendly feeling 
One God-Fearing German village 
Saddles soaked in sorrow 
Silently seduced bone marrow 
Or from sweeter water billage 
With Genetic trace 
In hemolytic face; 
A truth no German yearns to borrow! 

Where fallen angels care 
And Gypsyfied the wounds 
With age-old Gypsy healing rare; 
Where tinker-tapping dusters dance 
A dance to Gypsy tunes 
On pointed pins appointed special flavor; 
As pointed pins do point and prance 
Well-pointed pins provide a good and precious savor. 

Hemolytics is genetics with inscription 
Inscribed inscription's indecision. 
If Gypsy wounds could fill the forest 
With this Gypsy dance so true 
Then everything I thought I liked 
I think I still would like in you; 
In fact, the things I know I liked 
I soon would love. 

Genetic indescription must be fact 
As power angels grab a power pact 
The fallen angels with their power prayers 
Heal Gypsy wounds nocturnal during flairs! 

Fluoresence fills the forest 
Where tinker-tapping dusters dance 
As pure and naked dilettantes appointed 
Point of every perfect pin's romance.

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