To cull the verboses phrases in my skull would be somniferous,
To deny the magnitude this invocation so omnivorous -
But what inspires and reviles this action so carnivorous?
Amoral, insignificant, chaotic and so sonorous.
My purpose lies dependant on this form of vast antiquity.
The axial tilt horrendous, still a slave to all obliquity.
Though you deem this vox imbalanced, horror-struck by this inequity -
You'll be dazzled by this vortex of utter fustian ubiquity.
Yet this phrasing grandiloquent lends itself to echopraxia
Perpetual ecmnesia, my breath subject to asphyxia,
I offer thanks to all divinity the ailments have not caused dyslexia!
Yet this course is tautly fastened, my atrophic anorexia
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