Degenerate you mysterious ***** into a whiny/preachy motivation
full of catabolical, cataclysmical, catechismical, cosmical chelation
that assails my punchiness with slap-happy whimsy minus negation
& apple produce in cider formulation that killed Adam's temptation
under God's Law, without Eve & Lilith, denyin' serpent procreation
in 2-player games, sans Lily & Eva, hoaxing a creational recreation.