Tears Hot
Tried I once again to you hold
But-Alas- you had just been sold
To The Shrewdest Merchant of Old,
Whose merchandise should first go sold…
Tears hot I tried to boldly check
But soon guessed it correct not a wreck
Whether ascended I a deck
To cry or not, it is Death’s Peck!
The Ever Crazy With Power,
Mankind hitting every hour,
‘Dearest’ once treasured like Flower,
You would glimpse and turn A Tower!
Giant I would hold by the tail,
So that he could never me fail
And just like that wrought his escape
Me leaving with fooled mouth to gape…
Death its flogging does with wire
Sadist that never could tire!
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