Freedom by Zenos Frudakis, 2001 © sprezzatura images

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free - Goethe

Fester me this

You are the opposit of the parvenu

Come no hither

For hours will ribbon your every day, k?

Yous no morals

My hubba bubba of the contro lingo

U are the con,

The blood of the innocents rouge your wan face

Let it scatter

Untimely withering of mien doth liven

Many pods wail

Their lips curl up above where the angels sleep!!

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