Refortare Lucium Venedesix

Choir query quavering quizzical quadrangle

Flying flowery floors fleeing fledgling flues

Dredging droll drifts drawn drier

Plastered plums playfully plus plywood planks

Grist growing gracelessly gray grout grudges

A secret acrostic crowds in crimes against an

addled baddie demagogue gouger

brashly bragging to blind all eyes so that ugliness may prevail:

"Gentlemen, if we cannot be good, let us proclaim that

all is relative, therefore badness is better.

Let us pander while we plunder!

Let us sin sanctimonious!

Truth will never tattle again, drowned out by prattling rattlesnakes

Casting pods of poo

Saying sooth with a sharpened tooth sunk ruthless into truth."

The song goes on along the dawn of gongs

The song is the truest truth

The sapling that can spring in autumns's winter

A pen stabbing rabidly through iron-frozen soil of solipsistic slime

A poking point, a ringing spore of spears to spread and spatter

Sic transit glowing monody!

Spit spattering spleen until the real scene is keenly seen.

Let us saw the planks of plunder and plant the palms of grace

Let us draw cords around dissonant ironies and tighten them into trruth.

Let us conspire with consonants until their confluence is confident.

Choir query quavering quizzical quadrangle

Flying flowery floors fleeing fledgling flues.

Refutare lucidum Benedrix tua.

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Who among you would not pull an assonance out of a pit on the Sabbath?

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