A craft, a dangerous point of view.
Still many cradle and hone this lucrative art.
Buried very deep in our hearts; some say it tickles and swaddles them like home.
A special place in their hearts.
Etched in our very souls.
Creeping up the spine.
Spewing from our mouths.
Greed?
Darling please, this thing will make you heave.
Succumbed to by many.
Oh, believe its bigger than you.
Insidious was the spell.
Encephalon, please learn to expel.
Expel down to the depths of hell.
Engulfed in flames.
Don’t even mention its name.
Power no.
A divine divination art many crave.
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