belittler i am rhyme
forgetful of the time
obscura relinquished power
to the philosopher of the hour
spin we tales of heads, we flip to find
misshapen magistrates unveiled unwind
pyorrhea my mouth and tooth decayed
break magic the clouds at once betrayed
soak me - and i am damaged youth
liquid residue bloat me - and i have distorted truth
clothe me - an organic shroud the sacred state
mold me - obscura mind, now disintegrate.
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