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Indeed, The Ire
we the stressed,
and possibly the digressed,
of all of the repressed
invite thee to attest
to the final rest
and, thankfully, we're blessed
not to forsake the best
at this the fest
for, thee, our guest
that we may assume
from this tiny room
fed from the womb
yet to our doom
be placed in the tomb
with the exception of whom
still preen and groom
the agony to consume
and the hell to, yet, loom
as they will then aspire
to that holy desire
fueling the fire,
flames leaping higher,
to that funeral pyre
that before was the mire
that forced their retire
of the need so dire
indeed, the ire
4/17/05
and possibly the digressed,
of all of the repressed
invite thee to attest
to the final rest
and, thankfully, we're blessed
not to forsake the best
at this the fest
for, thee, our guest
that we may assume
from this tiny room
fed from the womb
yet to our doom
be placed in the tomb
with the exception of whom
still preen and groom
the agony to consume
and the hell to, yet, loom
as they will then aspire
to that holy desire
fueling the fire,
flames leaping higher,
to that funeral pyre
that before was the mire
that forced their retire
of the need so dire
indeed, the ire
4/17/05
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Indeed, The Ire
Indeed, The Ire
