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Calumny for extortion Bias confirmation by distortion Pitchforks and torches in the dark The unleashed hounds of hell bark Unbeknownst, the grievant scurried Foremost the truth is buried A self-righteous mob clamour, incensed by allegations gossamer. 'Tis true, the devil dwells within Pray who? 'em Beguiled by spin? In introspection lies the key, but they smash the door, to see the ominous figure, in a hood, is but a lover of faith, and good actions in pursuit of greater good are the easiest to be misunderstood. But before the monster in defence spoke, defiant torches took the house in smoke. Midst falling cinders dawned comprehension, blood scrawled: “it lies in self-ascension.”
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
ein frank stein
Calumny for extortion Bias confirmation by distortion Pitchforks and torches in the dark The unleashed hounds of hell bark Unbeknownst, the grievant scurried Foremost the truth is buried A self-righteous mob clamour, incensed by allegations gossamer. 'Tis true, the devil dwells within Pray who? 'em Beguiled by spin? In introspection lies the key, but they smash the door, to see the ominous figure, in a hood, is but a lover of faith, and good actions in pursuit of greater good are the easiest to be misunderstood. But before the monster in defence spoke, defiant torches took the house in smoke. Midst falling cinders dawned comprehension, blood scrawled: “it lies in self-ascension.”
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Feb 4, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
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