Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Beware his garb Of threads woven In gilded opulence. Beware his forked tongue Its diction foul and impenitent, Delivered on the winds of sulphurs breath Its noxious arguments Crudely spun into a mesh of bedlam and fallacy. The charlatan sets his eyes towards the throne, Tongue adrip in revolting ecstasy. And the lackeys gnash their pearly teeth, Pining for his next decree, Erect and euphoric with unquenched delusion, Thirsting for a power absolute. Their intentions reek of an impure faith Born from the promise of a gluttons lust. Their minds too dull and weakwilled to break, Servants to the charlatans every desire. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice.
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