Terrorists forsakeDesert hell, their endless fateNo humanity
4-eyes, his whiskey-soaked words stagger into the boxing arena, to report on the fight,
Wolves of Wall Street howlPerfectly their downfall comesHeatwave tides scowl now
Bartleby and Homer Simpson, a daring pair,
Fog wraps round the tree,Figs, like jewels, misty on,Summer’s sweet focus.
Wolves store the lamb of God,Beneath the Pharaoh’s forgotten tunnels, Crumbling through the sands of time.
Lobster lunch at noon,poisoned tail, his final bite,regrets legacy.
Beneath the rude sun,Solstice’s scorn unfurls in droves — Roses, unshaken.
In the realm of auras, where ethics blur,
Pictures in aura,Selfish Psychics, cult’s facade,Truth’s hurricane speaks.