How hollow canals do hear?
Pungent humors yet they bear,
If would they not, how would they exist;
Brawling night that would have to seer.
We listened to it, heard it all,
It said of the greasy golden rules,
Standing for humans and the mules;
Yet if they looked at our sordid past –
Stood the evil reckoning behind the crimson walls.
I am breaking my rules, sadly, relying my past,
Somehow, should have learned – the disgrace, the injured glass.
Believe, Betray for none I care,
Reasons for this day to decay.
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