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Your hopes for reconciliation All are predicated on the Theory That you are of Natural Creation Your behavior normal, a priori A posteriori the picture clears Drawing conclusion from words, facts, and deeds Logical deduction confirms worst fears All fail to explain you, the Earthly Creeds Fiery Destruction terminally The Hell Flames that locomote your train Those who stand by you fry internally You commandeer neurons that Fire their brain Friends we hold close, but Enemies closer Ghouls and Goblins closest of all? No sir! |