Illuminati SUNDAY
Prince of piers, reader of seers
Feelings unscorced unfelt
Not a part of keen believers
Akin to a hand harshly dealt
No more sorrow within
into fire mercury melt
Drowned in unknown sin
Into gold we all shall turn
Never again to force nor burn
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