
On a particularly bad day in Paradox Island Dr Madside scoffed and lamely banged his femur bone.
Repeating the pollution of evolution is taxing on your spiritual hide.
Stained by starless darkness, Dr Madside repletes his claim to power by removing obstacles.
Savage egoism displays unfurled truth; mankind is destined to copy itself in total mimicry.
Unable to parse the mirror in front of them, mortals declined mentally until eventual sacrifice.
Wicked presence denies the chorus of angels and yet humans are hellishly tainted by evil.
At the Outskirts of Hell do the last of the monkeys hold refuge.
Banging guns and swords on the ground in rebellion, the last of mankind sighs in defeat.
If only they copied demons instead of other humans; what a pitiful shame.
Repeating the pollution of evolution is taxing on your spiritual hide.
Stained by starless darkness, Dr Madside repletes his claim to power by removing obstacles.
Savage egoism displays unfurled truth; mankind is destined to copy itself in total mimicry.
Unable to parse the mirror in front of them, mortals declined mentally until eventual sacrifice.
Wicked presence denies the chorus of angels and yet humans are hellishly tainted by evil.
At the Outskirts of Hell do the last of the monkeys hold refuge.
Banging guns and swords on the ground in rebellion, the last of mankind sighs in defeat.
If only they copied demons instead of other humans; what a pitiful shame.
Category Poetry / Fantasy
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