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A 6.66 EARTHQUAKE When calloused cruelty escapes, the mean motive can't hide. Your diaphanous "hue" shows off what's happening inside. To protect parts so crude and curt, You clad a kilt of raging red, moody blue and black. But, when probing truth raised your skirt, It unclothed for all to see a vulgar heart attack! For what proceeds from your assaults, Given with firey eyes or a smiling scowl), Are fleshly simmering faults, That steam, then spew from a pump most foul! Uncaring of the aftershocks, Barbaric harshness breaks new ground on its very first take. And stupidly a fool unlocks The tremor that heralds his demise in his own earthquake! |
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