Just an Apple to plucked from the tree!
Not one to let proceed wrongfully.
Create the character you want him to be.
Just an Apple deceitfully.
Just one Apple that is all he is.
Providing guidance via Psychiatry.
No one to let move forward in his wrongful deeds.
Just an Apple to deseed.
Providing guidance is his theme.
This what represents his capabilities.
An ambiguous body of faculties.
Not that of the greatest idiosyncrasy.
Just an Apple making mistakes it seems.
He sends his counselors to ACT his plots.
They reflect their images via my mirror or by sitting on my ottoman.
The black psychiatrist displays his face as a focus of yesterday.
Doctor Apple is white.
To him psychiatry can make wrong right.
In my family, he particulates as my son’s mental health facilitator.
Is there a cure from the voices?
Doctor Apple deeds are his choices.
A wrongful world cannot exist without a rightful way.
Just an Apple diablerie crafting mind-sets to seed.
Overshadowed by his degree in practice psychiatry.
Ubiquitous deseeding is paramount.
Doctor Apple a mountain is to climb once formed.
Bow serpents and lions
Ingenerated from Demora’s shrine
Graced from Gia’s star
Blessed with serenity, strength, and beauty
Chanted by Diablerie monarchs
Dancing enchantress witchcraft coursing into Archellion blood cells
Evolving woman and beast of Strata, the cause of famine
Life sources shall drought and vex
For life of bondage, chained of carnage and sin has sewed into breeding hell
Now the blood thirsty nightmare Allison of unextinguished flames
With scarlet kin, eagerness to rise, eagerness to kill and rule
Look into her dead eyes it speaks fornication
Obliteration of man and woman, just to spite gods
For without their commoners, they wreck of rotten forlorn
Hail Azalia, she is bane cat-o-nine tails bedevil scourge
A disease to land barriers
Menacing birches for catastrophic centuries
Procreating canker bubonic plagues
Just to please her insidious deportment
Sprouting dispassionate vibrations, god deicide she is
Voices mourn unheard, shall remain unspoken
Azalia consumes this putrid sphere, forever mute
Don’t be hoaxed, she craved concupiscent, from that of vicious rays
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