The Score of Address hidden,
within the text their is a Spell,
the curse of the beast,
the beauty is felled.
Conquered by the lack of humanity,
the learned has fallen upon,
the deaf weirds.
Nature is a well of depth behold,
scattered up the clouds in Role,
be forgotten and never held,
the disappearance of All in sold.
Anchor driven the Ship contained,
the haul of what does seem remain,
history forward past in vein,
the muscle built is the brain.
Counter belly to the shelved,
silence bought the ampled shrilled,
nothing found regarding sound,
gravel mined the bones to Time.
Searching stooped to beneath the pride,
questions answered with a bye,
not to halt stopping lies,
dropping worth for left in turd.
Flushed the color rouge in cheek,
turned to other seemed a neat,
the path of destroyed by altered brink,
the rest of World erased for peat.
Seen in length know dimpled leak,
the chin is hit a fisted speak,
urns do hold to teach the Feat,
to write with hand held ink.
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