In the temple of Adam and Eve
sin of revenge I interweave
and what I want to achieve
is what I touch and perceive.
Time to make up my mind,
it is not one of a kind
my daydreams always inclined,
I think your time is confined.
You're too wet behind the ears,
I should support these pioneers
but nothing is as it appears,
it's deeper after so many years.
It happens at the eleventh hour,
I envy your ivory flour,
you know I can devour,
if only I want to scour.
I've been beating my brains out
but you've never been devout,
this is my revenge, there's no doubt
now you pay for the forgotten flout.
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