If they only knew my power,
They'd succumb to the pleasure.
Then they'd hide, they'd cower,
In a terror without measure.
The treasure is bright but poisonous,
Baits anything in its bower,
But there's no sign for that dangerous
Highly armed defensive tower.
Ridiculous evil green flower
No one yet understands,
No one yet could scour.
Poetry never truly ends.
It blends and waits for it's hour,
And in the right time it stands.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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