Kaun
They sanctioned phoniness in Kaun,
the abode of the sexy stone,
Isaac's,
a man like James Johnson,
grew delusional,
longing for a super match,
idyllic as a woman without a "Most High",
in a green-white-green vest,
on a self fulfiling field of play
Over a town of wellbeing,
a strange opinionatedness hanged,
as the ideal temperature,
rustling bones,
like an omen of amen,
dandling,
homeowner's masculinity of enjoyment
They sanctioned atmosphere in Kaun,
a concrete ground
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