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Craven Cupidity
Craven cupidity, contemptible crow Your talking is squawking as black as your soul If birds of a feather would gather your hem A collection of seamstresses darker than them Would weave from hole cloth a pattern of lies From a harvest of calumny dark'ning the skies Who rates this performance, whose benefit there With bait this enormous just fit for a bear Who else in the forest could relish this feast Galumphing, triumphing, it must be a beast Wallowing, swallowing, swampy at best Content to recline there and dine on the rest Immobile as a trophy, stuffed for display On future repast, blackened feather filet Blow hard and bellow with yellowing cries Gather like fellows who feast on these lies If chapels had been churches, your cathedral would loom 'stead of gathering shadows in this canyon of gloom With your bins full of blight and your gather of smut We hasten to bid you not good night but... what? We wonder still under quick'ning despair In search of escape, it must be here but... where? There must be some light lest this darkness o'erwhelm We must brave the night til the Good take the helm
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