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Trust

Profound illusion set forth from lust,
One phase of powerless strength nearly bust,
The fine foresaking bond of trust!

Continually hiding, yet knowingly showing,
The art of the reformed is compeating,
In the high eternal pit of deceiving!

Listening to one moron-like tongue,
It is obvious to one, that such a rogue,
Has nothing but a destructive mode!

Heed not the words of the idiotic,
For they be squeamish and plainly toxic,
And this forming one huge comic!

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