Appreciating flambouyance in virtual reality,
to recompense a soul,
sole, in bivouac, from battling endlessly.
Part notion, denying the trick;
but, time's persuasive
to cover the sins.
The epic of goodness in pretense,
to heart, pierced
the treacherous recompense.
It should've vetoed,
the move of wolf-skinned,
who stole the good tidings
spared for real skin;
but, since, vast monetary
they grasp cunningly,
Allow them the embrace,
to consequence
they should face
without sharing with me.
I refuse to help then,
even in forcible bray.
Bonics Bachinela
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