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Seraphic Deviltry







Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I now not,

Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -

Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious

August of a granditude of servants is He held,

And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host added are -

Pelf they are, dare I say!

Maugre His diurnal serphic deviltry

I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -

Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;

To claim the glore is He suffer'd.

"Grant me the fatlings", gouth He, "the fatter the better!",

And died they of starvation;

They are not slaughtering their fatlings -

They are slaughtering 'hemselves.

Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,

And dare I say this burthen weightful was,

Wrack of His machine - like motion was I named,

Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt

The machine alike - yet whetted and dight are its edges...

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