Face the Facts?A Poem by CrowleyYour charge, like that of the territorial Tern Sharp rhetoric, force fed pious medication Evangelical in shape Twisting until my spine snaps Was that a smirk Flopping, I still don't believe Sitting under your umbrella of judgement I am satisfied and you are lost
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