Signs of felony in the fellowship is seen,
Isolating this crony in a state of irony;
A strong rot in place of a jovial trot,
Oh, what not?! Should this be the plot?
Towering phases crown, the covering mazes,
Showering aces down, to shimmering traces.
Rehearse in silence, with remorse so gallant,
Prevail with license, to pretend innocent. -rPhoenix
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