Prophetical poem.
Arsenic sun-rising, bare earth turning. Bent perception in view, cloudy ether descending. Former used; latter contained, technological marvel. Viscuous element exposed, animate made immortal. Tricky zigzag logic, a taking to the edge. Resounding voice of judgment, powers break their pledge. Traction without yielding, qubit time dilation. Enter cloud-cuckoo-land, trick of haloed suction. Wind-scouring hym, returning like echo. Mental sense of euphoria, gifted-soul overnight hero. Transcending minds connect, brainstorming lucid ideas. shadows of folds shudder, a poke into fears. Hard and clear telescopic view, mystic vision. Exclusive heart of a star, sold for cheap passion. Sex-crazed amorous nymphs’, seeking bliss incarnate. Rapacious like demigods, quick to ego-masturbate. Bubbling blood rising, cries of deleted souls. Over-loomed power race, hierarchies play evil roles. Resist light hand order, threatening to crush faith. Keep watch for rising sun, salvation’s never late!
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